The morning call. [volume] (San Francisco [Calif.]) 1878-1895, 1894-05-20

| the place where help must be found, if it
was not too late for help TO avail.
Closer and closer came the sounds of
pursuit, and she strained her ears to listen
for sounds which should tell her that her
+ babes had been discovered, but at last she
felt sure the Indians had passed the place
| where she had hidden them. NerYed by
this thought she scanned to find new
strength for a time. But she was nothing
buta weak woman, and again her strength
tagged and she oespaired of being able TO
Keep ahead of her cruel foes.
Al last she fell, and felt thather strength
was gone; she could not rise, and she lay.
| waiting for the end. But sound, faint
and distant, but surely coming from the
point toward which she had been pressing
for 50 many long weary hours reached her
strained ears.
Help was coming. Soon through the
trees.a little band of men came dashing,
her hus band leading them, his: face white
and drawn but his strength as that of two
as he thought OF his loved ones alone at
the mercy Of the red devils.
! a cry OF JOY, and she sank fainting into
his arms. Only moment and then she
was able TO tell them Of the events of that
day of terror. To tell them how she had
left her babes, unable to save them her
self, TO the care of their heavenly father
anu that she believed that the Indians had
followed her past their hiding place with
out stopping.
The band of men hurried back upon her
| trail, and she with new-found. strength
kept pace with them. The Indians heard
them coming and turned back, flying
through the forest from the retributon
which they feared, and at last they
reached the place where the m other had
left her little ones.
Not sound reached their ears as they
drew near, but there were NO signs of dis.
turbance around the bush, and the strong
men stock back while the mother threw
herself down and with frantic hands tore
aside the shelterDg foliage behind which
she had left der babes.
There they lay, warm and rosy, sleep
ing the sleep Of aDgel-walched childhood,
sale as if in mothers arms.
AS the rustic of the moving branches.
disturbed her. little Mary opened her
brown eyes and smiled up into the loving
face bent above her.
~ did: not make a n ose muver; and
Jessie sleeped all the time, even when the
bad Inyuns came BY" she said as she
stretched her arms up for her father to
lift her from her leafy bed.
God had cared for the children when
mother love could do nothing but leave
them to his care. They had slept in safety
while red murder had passed them by, un-
seeing, and he had given his angels charge
over them that NO fear should come near
them while they slept.
1Dat was tue last RAID or the Indians.
The whites took fearful revenge upon
them for their iendsh crimes.
The story of hat revenge Is still told be-
n cath the breath by the men who were in
struments of punishment.
Men, women and children all were slain
by the Infatuated WHITES, but peace came
with their death. and now over the path
which Mrs. Daily followed with torn and
bleeding feet 1t IS safe tor children to pass
at midday or at night
The little girls who were SO strangely
saved from death at the hands of cruel
Indians are now women, but thew have
natural interest in anything which con-
Germs Indians. This is why they stood so
long before that exhibit