The state republican. (Jefferson City, Mo.) 1871-1896, 1895-09-12
Story of Early Days in Mis-
souri,.
BY SIDNEY e. POWELL.
CHAPTER VIA NEW ACQUAINTANCE.

screaming. Sick and nervous, she
had lost all control Of herself, and
seemed almost crazed. But her
screams were 500 stopped, for Sar-
afan ordered her to be gagged; and
then a warrior dragged her from the
wigwam.
Wolf had approached Annette,
saying in his gruff voice:
"What you have Indians killed
for9 What you have Indians shoot
down for9 Me no let Sarafan kill
you. Now, you make white man
come here. Shoot, my son. Now
me let you die with the other white
squaw."
"Oh, Wolf, don't let Mrs. Bernard
diel Don't let them kill heri She
has done nothing to you. She loves
the Indians and wants to be good to
them. Oh, please don't let her be
killed."
She pleaded wildly with him, while
Sarafan and the warriors stood
grimly around listening.
"You no beg for yourself. You
die, too" CURLY said Sarafan.
"Why do you want to kill us3 We
have had nothing to do with the
fighting"
Old Wolf had his head bowed,
gazing on the ground. Sarafan knew
he was softening. He did not care
for him to hear more of the white
girls pleadings, for Wolf was really
the moving spirit among them.
Every warrior looked up to him as
to an oracle, a sage in wisdom and
strategy. Though Sarafan was the
chief by right of inheritance, he
knew his position depended upon
the will of Wolf. The old warrior
yielded obedience to the son OF his
old chief for the honor he felt for
the traditions of his tribe, but that
son knew better than to incur the
old mans d~ispleasure. He knew
every warrior, to a man, would
follow Wolf in preference to him.
"Me take white squsw," said
Wolf, looking up suddenly, and,
taking a vice-like grip of her arm,
he hurried her from the wigwam.
Old Loni held her hand out to her
as she passed, and Annette was SUR
prised at her kind look and action,
for she felt a small silver coin in her
hand.
Old Wolf, on getting out a short
distance from the door, stopped and
called the warriors to a halt.
Throwing his head back, and
standing proudly erect, drawn up to
his full height, his broad chest
seemed to expand to greater dimen-
sions, and his fiery eyes to flash a
ruddier light, as he looked in their
faces and commenced speaking in
his stern, deep voice:
"Nle take this squaw, and you no
fear she bring trouble here more.
You no ask me bout her. You no
fear me. All the warriors know
Wolf would die for his tribe. Wolf
hate pale face warrior. He kill pale
face quick as he kill deer, but Wolf
love his own people,"
Sarafan and his men were satisfied
that Annette, like the other pale
face, as they called Mrs. Bernard,
would be put to death. They could
trust her to Wolf, and, parting theil
ranks, he walked away from them,
leading her into the tbickest and
gloomiest part of the forest.
She spoke once, begging him tc
kill her at once and end her misery,
But he commanded her to keep
still, and in silence they walked, It'll
pausing before a huge rock, he
moved a pile of brush aside and
discovered to her an opening in the
rock.
$50 in" he said sternly.
Then, pulling the brush against II
again, he followed her in.
She found herself in a cave, the
sides and floor Of solid rock. It wal
dimly lighted by a small opening
near the top, which, being in tn,
side, did not disclose it's interior tx
outside view. The floor of it wa
comparatively dry. Rocks ranget
around seemed to have been pu
there for seats, and to one side thu
ashes Of a fire were seen, and a heal
of leaves, as though it had beef
inhabited before.
All this Annette took In at ,,
glance.
Old Wolf stood watching her q
she noted the gloomy surroundings
His face, in its rugged strength an
sternness, would have been q stud,
for a modern physiognomist. Pit
and kindness seemed struggling wit
hatred and revenge, and almoa
ready to gain the victory.
"You stay here" he said, "till
take you away. II you leave her
you die-warriors on the war path
they shoot you like rabbit. I say
stay here till I take you away. 70
mind what l say your FRIEND
Your father give me bread when
sick and hungry. He give me brea
at his door. no kill his child. In
dian don't forget"
81 thank you Woif," she sal,