The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1896-11-22

and listen to the stories told by the
| grandparents about the French and In
| dian wars, and later of the Revolution.
| One story, told by the dear grandmoth-
| er of ninety years, who had seen and
suffered it all, was from our earliest
| childhood a very prominent part of
Thanksgiving memories, because year
after year 1t was told as the very
| young members of the family reached
/ an age when they could understand
| what their elder brothers and sisters
| were often talking about. I never
wear1ed Of hearing it. and am tempted
| to close by repeating it.
The grandfather's twin brother was
| drafted to join our soldiers against the
| French and Indians, but his wife was
| so Wretched at the idea that he con-
| suited his brother, who consented to
take his place If his wife would let him
go. This grandfather was very tall,
and the grandmother a very small
delicate little woman, but brave and
patriotic. Without hesitation she con-
scented to stay alone in the small house
they built and endeavor to keep the
little farm in good condition, saying
they had no right to think of their
own comfort or pleasure when their
| country was in danger. So he went to
help subdue the Indians, who were on
the warpath, while a quarter of a mile
from any nelghbor his brave, unself-
iSh little wife remained alone to care
for their little home
One day towards night the dear
grandmother went towards the woods
lscloSe by her small cottage to bring in
the cows for milking. But half way
between the house and the woods where
her cows were feeding was very
large, fiat stone, and by it lay an In
dian. his war paint showing that he
belonged to the hostile tribe. She
dared not go any nearer to him, but
retracing her steps to the cattle-yard
she called the cows, who knew her
voice, and soon they were with her
in the yard. Sitting with her face to-
wards the Indian she hastily MIXED
| the cows, and while doing so and
watching the Indian at the same time
she noticed that he was evidently
wounded and could not rise.
| When she had finished her work she
quickly carried the milk to the house,
filled a bottle with some of it, and
took meat and bread to the far side
of the fiat rock and pushed the food
| as near to the poor fellow as she dared
and at noon and at night she supplied
! food to the Indian, continuing to do
so for several days.
One morning on opening the door
she found q wild turkey lying on the
steps, but the Indian was gone! And
! so, for many days, until the hostile In
| dams were conquered, she found every
morning turkey, partridge or some
other kind of game on her doorsteps
After peace was declared and her hus-
band had come home from the war
this Indian came to them often, and
| they learned from him that he was
with the band Of his tribe who had
come to destroy the small settlement
| where this poor little woman lived
But they had been driven back. leav-
ing this one of their band wounded
When he recovered he watched our
little settlement and kept his tribe
from doing it any harm.
For years after the war closed he
came to them often, indeed till he died,
always bringing game or something
| acceptable.
Mrs. Henry Ward Beecher.