Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1893-02-11
! self Should you think had Indian

confession with a sigh. ''Shall you
desplse me If tell you am a down
east Yankee9n
The son of his father felt sudden
chill at being brought into contact
with anything so aboriginal. Yet she
was as fair and sweet to see. as hot
house flower, with skin as white as
his own.
II don't remember that Cooper
speaks of that tribe at all, he said
presently after an embarrassed pause.
"But | had no idea that the Indian
races had become so highly civilized.
Would you think me very rude il l
ask whether OR no they are all like
you?"
well. You see, | have had ex-
ceptional advantages. My father is
a medicine man, who made corner
in pork, and he sent me away to be
educated. So | learned the paIeface
ways, but at heart | am Yankee
still. Oh, have seen many stir
ring time in Ponkapog, l assure YOU T"
The honorable Algeron was lost in
wonder. Nothing but admiration
was possible in connection with that
charming creature, full of refinement
and intelligence. Her voice alone
was patent Of good birth, gentle
and carefully mOdulated. He had to
admit that the honorable Misses
Goodwin, his sisters, decended from
Edward the Confessor and, kept un-
spotted the plebeian world, would
have cut pretty poor figure if set
down beside the little squaw, who,
according to her own account, had no
better antecedent than copper-col-
ored savage daubed with gaudy clay.
"But | have understood" he said
presently, determined to get as much
information as possible in this inter-
esting case, which was GER
! tainly QuiGe as characteristic Of
American queerness as anything he
could hope for 81 have understood
that the Indians were comparatively
quiet now and that they are so few in
comparison with the whites that
they realize the folly ofopposition.
'True. You never hear OF great
general uprslngs now, such as there
were in the time of King Philip of
the Narragansetts-pea be to his
memory! But the Indians fight
among themselves, and the warhoop
is still heard in the land. l have
seen too dreadful work done with
tomahawk and scalplng knife even
to mention them without shudder, "
murmured Miss Sally, picking the
trutfles dainty out of her pate de
foie gras.
"What, do you know any one who
has been scaIped?" Agy grew ex-
cited Perhaps there was rarer
sport in store than the buffalo hunt
ing he had promised himself, espec-
tally after the depressing information
of the cowboy he had met on the ship,
to the effect that there was only one
herd of buflaloes left in the West, and
only one buffalo in that herd.
mercy, yes, indeed Scores OF
people. Look at Mr.. Wendell, across
the table Cant you see that he has
on what they call scratch? He is
very sensitive about it, but when he
, knows you better he may tell you an
interesting tale. poor Mr.. Wendell
/ had a very bald head and very
, young and pretty wife, hence the
scratch). "And | myself | wa
: scalped when a child, so that l an
! forced to wear wig"
Never was there such a successful
wig before. Its bright chestnut curls
, and ripplcs would have deceived g
hairdresser
. "By Jove," cried Mr.. Goodwin. sit,
, an uncommonly good imitation of the
} real thing"
Eyes" agreed Sally "Pars, vol
know, the Rue de la Paix. really
don't mind at all, because l have
them to match all my gowns, which
gives me great advantage over the
: other girls, and in summer, when the
mercury boils over at the top OF the
: thermometer, as it often does il
this climate, | can take it off alto
gether and be delightfully."- cool and
5 airy / always say that have az
nearly as possible realized Sydney
Smiths idea of taking off ones skin
and sitting in ones bones. Besides
it is considered quite mark of arts
7 tocracy here-like strawberry mari
| on the right arm with YOU"
: "It must have been very painful,
unused Mr. Goodwin, "the scalping,
5 mean l should like to hear how Il
? happened, if you don't mind"
= II hardly know. was not more
: than years old at the time, little
papoose by my mothers side. W.
: were picking up fagots in wooC
2 when a band OF Wampanoags fell upor
| us from an ambush and walked OF
{ with ar scalps at their belts, shout
' ing the battle cry Of freedom. | havl
only q confused recollection of tn,
g tray but my mother often speaks o
il as the most unpleasant surprise 0
V her life. But there! let us chang
. the subject. do not care to tall
T about those narrowing experiences
! You must come out TO PunkapOg ant
e see for yourself what a5Origna
existence is like. NV father will
lend YOU a mustang and we can rid