Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1894-11-08
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and all day long,every day she watched
and guarded him in manner that the
boy found very irksome.
Yet all her care availed nothing.
One day she heard shout of.ioy from
the child,who had been playing in front
of the house, and che looked out in
time to see him spring into the arms Of
little Wolf. who leaned down from his
horse to catch him up.
yellow Head not afraid said the
Indian, glancing at the mother with
something like smile lighting up his
dark face. yellow Head u young chief
no squaw child
Teach me to swim some more, Little
Wolf cried the child, and away they
went river ward, with the distracted
mother following.
Again she stood upon the bank and
watched the Indian as he flung the child
far out into the river and dived after
him. The yellow head came up, ard
here they went, the child shrieking with
Laughter and such racing and tumbling
was never seen. No red child, born in
a wigwam aud reared in the wilderness
eyer had rougher training;and no little
savage ever took such training more
naturally.
"Yellow Head swim like 1njun. said
Little Wolfwhen they came out of the
water.
lie took the boy back to the house
and fingered with him several hours,
playing with him, teaching him to ride
and to shoot with the little bow he made
for him of bois d. are cut from the neigh.
boring forest AS the hours passed
Mrs. Gray's fears were allayed. She
gave Little Wolf his dinner and watched
him play smilingly. What strange bond
there was between the Indian and the
little golden haired child, who could
tell ? But when the time came when he
must go. Frank suddenly sprung into
his arms and kissed his dusky cheek.
The Indian turned startled look Oh
mother aad child and then vaulted upon
his horse and rode away.
Once again Little Wolf visited the
little log cabin where the Greys had
planted home in the wilderness. One
night they were reused from sleep by a
hand shaking the rnle door and q
voice that cried:
Wake p.white woman! Little Wolf
came to save Yellow Head
There was something in the voice
that made Mr.. Gaey unfasten the door
and let the Indian in.
Come be cried. 'Injuns be here
soon-they on war path come hide
with Little Wolff
He snatched the sleeping child from
his cot, wrapped a blanket about him
and darted ont into the night. The
parents could do nothing but follow
to what fate they did not know, but
they believed in their guide simply be.
cause he loved their child.
AS they fled through the night they
saw a glare on the sky to the northward
Little Wolf stopped and pointed to it.
Red men been tnere-farm- house
burning ne said laconically.
He led them to the top Of hill that
overlooked the valley and prairie farms
for miles away; and they sat there and
watched fire after fire kinded, each fire
nearer than The last land each one mark
ing the destruction of some home. Then
he made them watch the patch of moon
light through which the roal passed. at
the foot Of the hill; and presently there
they went, dark band of them. up to
wards the little home that the Greys
had learned to loye.
Soon, in the deep silence they heard
the wild whoop with which the savagAs
surrounded the house. Then there Was
a pause and then the sound Of heavy
blows-the door was beaten in. Then
came hubbnb of angry voices; AS they
discovered that they had been robbed
OF their prey, and amid the shrleks anil
the imprecAtions, the glare OF torches
and throwing them-and then, III an
instant, the house was oil fire.
Then something else happ p'ned. Sud
denly the road the Indians had come
resounded with the tread of gAlloping
horses and through the patch of moon
light swept a company of Rangers. A
fusilade Of gunshots reused the startled
echoes and away swept the Indians to
the west, with the Ringers in fierce pur
suit to put out the fire, and in a little
while the country was wrapped in silent
darkness.
yellow Head SAFE he said; NOW
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