Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1895-06-12
INDIAN REVENGE.

Jed Wilson and were neither Of MS
much over 20 when, in the reckless
spirit Of adventure. we joined COM
pany of threescore hardy fellows who
were ON the point of starting of up the
Ump-qua river.
After many days Of the most difficult
travel we came ut length in sight of an
Indian village, and approaching this
village 10 within quarter of mile we
pitched our Permanent camp
We had been there a very few min
utes before our redskin neighbors be-
came aware of our presence, and imme-
diately they swarmed down upon us.
displaying the n4ast hostile intentions
The sight OF our weapons cowed them,
and they saw it wouldSe best TO leave
MS alone
The chief of tho tribe was oAe Wah-
kama. a tall. muscular Indian on per-
haps 40. AS the days went by Wah-ks.
ma became quite frequent visitor. His
favorite lounging place was the, log
cabin in which Jed and did the cook
ing.
One morning Jed discovered Wah-kia-
ma in the act of jabbing q long, sharp
pointed piece of iron he invariably car
ried in. his belt into the soup kettle,
hoping1no doubt TO fish out nice hot
chunk of beef. This was more than my
companion could stand
Knocking the iron out of the redskins
hand with a quick blow, Jed grabbed
the fellow by the scruff and the slack
and rushed him out of the cabin, quit
ting him with n push that sent him
sprawling upon the ground.
After that Wah-kia-na came to the
cookhouse no more, and in a month or
so the incident had dropped completely
dams In his heart he nurtured ven
geance
One day we learned that there emp
tied into the Ump-qua certain stream,
the exploration of which promised con-
siderable sport. This tributary WINS
known as Smiths river, after an unfor-
tunate trapper who had been killed by
the Indians many years before
When we had arranged our plans, we
made them known to Waite Linn, q
sturdy old backwoodsman, who had TAX
en- quite fancy to us youngsters and
had more than once proved himself q
true friend
Don't ye go, boys" said Waite.
why not?" asked Jed. 1--WE can
manage the canoe all right
g 'Tain't that. /"
''What is it, then? Are you afraid Of
the Indians cutting us Off"
"Waal, yes, that's about it," replied
Waite.
Just as we were pushing off along
came Waffle
$50 yer bound to go, boys?" he said
half reproachfully. "Waal, good luck TO
We. But look hyar, want ye to promise
me something. Guess it'll take ye
three days to get up to Smiths, thar
bein freshet in the river, but day
ought to fetch ye back slick as grease.
Now, give me yer word, boys, to be
back hyar by five days at the latest
that is, if ye kin"
We promised the old fellow and Dip
ped our paddles, impatient to DO off.
"Good, lads, and now look hyar Hso
be as you meet trouble and hev to quit
the canoe and tramp home make tracks
down the right bank Of the river; the
right bank, do you heerr"
Nothing particular happened until the
afternoon of the third day. We were
ripping along very quietly when sud-
denly Jed reached over the side of the
canoe and fished something out Of the
water. 1t proved to be small closely
woven Indian basket
"That's bad, jed" I exclaimed.
'Sure as guns theirs redskins ahead of
u.s.
: "We'd have met the beggars If they
had come down stream; so they must
have gone up" said L Whats to be
done, jedi"
"Donel Go ahead and trust in Provi
dence," replied Jed. 'They may be
friendly or they may not Anyhow
we've got our rifles.
whats that yonderT" cried Jed,
pointing to hill little distance ahead.
Its sloping side was dotted with what
looked to be huts- We rested ON our
paddles and gazed upon the scene with
silent anxiety.
We found the cause of our wonder to
be an old Indian burying ground The
hutlike risings were simply hillocks of
earth, each Of which marked the resting
place of warrior.
Padding a mile or two farther along,
we camped for the night.
AS soon as it was light enough we
started to mount to the top of what we
meant to be our long toboggan Slide
back to Ump-qua 1t was the worst
rapid we had yet encountered. After
trying it several ways without success
we had to resort to the towing line.
We dragged our little craft up through
the boiling current yard by yard 1t
may have been within a dozen feet OF
rs when crack the stout hide line sud
denly snapped, and away went the canoe
with all our stores and Jed's rife, dash
ing madly down the falls
What fools to worry, cried Jed,
'when we can get all the canoes we
wantr'
'.where?''
Down In the burial ground Of
course It's only mile or SO Come
along.
Fortunately we were on the sarne side
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