Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1895-12-16
LEGEND OF INDIAN HILL.
BY JESSIE NJ. rNEsI.AM.

through whica hovs tho little stream
known nc Indien river. lts valley is
green and hsstils, broadening as the
stream approaches its outlet, the
mighty Ohio, and berorned in by chains
Of russed hills.
The stream derives It's name from the
fact that prior ~ the tiIae % the arst
white settlers, this vallsy WAS favor
tc hunting srosna OF nlsny Indian
tribes Of the Ohio valley. Traces of
their occupancy still remain. The
farmer yet upturns the zshes of their
campflres and their implements OF war
with his plowshsre. And, on hill
overlooking the river not far from its
mouth, are the graves Of many Of the
race.
Most of the traditions have long since
been forgotten, but one concerning
this spot is still preserved. Once in the
early days of the white settlement,
largo party of Indians came into the
valley to hunt, and one night encn mped
on Indian hill. That night a band Of
unprincipled white men fell upon their
unguarded camp, and massacred the
entire party. Not one escaped to tell
the story of the murder. The chief, n
warrior, who had always shown great
friendship for tho whites, was taken
mortally wounded before the leader OF
the attacking party. With the dignity
of his race, he raised his head, and
looked with scorn into the faces of his
captors. Then with his last breath, he
invoked curse upon each of them-a
death by violence.
So goes the legend. There remains
to prove it's truth the hill, whose stony
soil stubbornly refuses to yield any
crop but desolate patches of broomsedgc
and few stunted cedar shrubs-the
effect of the curse, the country people
say. The same authorities tell us that
there on stormy nights the old chief may
be seen walking among the graves Of
his warriors. And he who sees the
ghostly sentinel is sure soon to meet
with some misfortune.
The owner of the soil of this historic
spot was wealthy farmer named Ford.
His title deeds covered many acres OF
fertile valley aud valuable forest land.
But he had one possession which was
dearer to him than field and woodland
his daughter Winnie
Winnie was n pretty and rather
spoiled young woman of eighteen.
Since the death of her mother, few
years before, she had been practically
her own mistress, for her father never
crossed her will either concerning her
own affairs or those of the household.
1t is not strange, therefore, that Miss
Winnie was somewhat proud and will
full. Many country youth sadly real
lied this, and from distance admired
the heiress of the Ford acres.
All but one; that ono was Bobb Carr,
the only son of a neighboring farmer,
whose land joined Mr.. Ford's, and
almost equalcd 1t in extent. Bob was
a tall and awkward youth of twenty
one, with an incipient mu5tachc and
plenty of conccit. He was desperately
in love with Winnie. The frequent
snubbings he received did not quench
his ardor in the least. Besides, Bob
was encouraged by the knowledge that
Mr.. Ford favored his suit. For the
farmer, having in mind the consolida-
ton of the two largest farms in the
valley, really considered Bob a good
match for his daughter.
"See here" he said to her one day.
ST that young Carr comes here to see
you, want you to treat him well Do
you hear?" Yes" replied Winnie
shortly, with toss of her head indica.
ting that she would consult her own in
clinations
So Bob called at the farmhouse to be
received by the farmer with the utmost
cordiality and by his daughter with the
most freezing coldpess. But, confident
of his ultimate success, he kept up mis-
unwelcome attentions.
That winter, the little school in the
valley was taught by young man
named Ridley MeKendriclc. Ridley was
IN ambitious young fellow, striving to
pay his way through college, after the
fashion of so many successful men, by
teaching. AS Mr.. Ford's house was
nearest the school, Ridley boarded
there.
1t was not long before he and Winnie
became quite well acquainted. They
ulSCONeTeu tildU UlltlE literary tastes
were similar, and spent many Of the
long winter evenings reading and dis
cussing some favorite novel or poem.
Mr.. Ford would sit by, and watch them
sharply through his glasses. Often 1t
occurred to him that it was not safe to
allow this handsome young man to be
with his daughter so much. But, he
reassured himself, no harm could possi-
bly, come of it, so longs as he was pres
ent, and their conversation did pot wan
der from the subject of books.
All! Mr.. Ford, you had t1rCotten
that look may sometir es convey p
meaning deeper than words, and that
the young man could read thc storied
hcro's words with such feeling and in
such tone that they became his own.
Bob, who often dropped in of an even
ing, realizing something of this as he
sat and listened, wished that he ap-.
preciated poetry. and that that con
founded girl would be as agreeable to
him as to the schoolmastcr.