Iron County register., 1897-09-23

seat of honor on the old mans knee.
All the children, with eager faces,
crowded round his chair, for they knew
that grandpa would refuse his little
fayorite nothing.
What kind of a story. my pet?'' he
said, gently stroking her golden curls-
"a dost story"
Something about pirates." cried
Ralph, the eldest, who did not believe
in fairies or ghosts
''Or Indiansl oh. do tell Us a true
story about Indians, grandpa" eX-
claimed George Mamma said that
you could tell Us something wonderful
that happened once, If you wished to
something real true"
Very well. it shall be about Indians.
grandpa answered; "and my hero =
only nine years oId-about your age,
George"
As thee children drew their chairs near
er 10 listen, they made very pretty
picture in that coy. firelit room.
MANY years ago" grandpa began.
'tthere lived family of English er2i-
grants Oh the western frontier. Their
home was not as comfortable as this.
for the house was simply log cabin.
loopholes instead of windows. Yet Mr..
Martin and his wife were very happy,
as long as they were untouched by In
dians, who were very fierce and pow
erful at the time 1 speak of.
The husband worked all day. cut
ting down trees in the neighborhood.
Sometimes he took with him his little
son, named Georgie-who looked very
l.,
to me now. The boy had large blue eyes
and long yellow curls-just like yotirs.
my child.
$50 they all lived happily in this
strange, lonely home for about year;
until one dark, moonless night a party
of Sioux Indians, on the warpath. sur
rounded the cabin, and woke the in
mates with fearful war-whoOp.
Mr.. Martin. sPringing out of bed.
seized his carbines and two trusty
pistols, and prepared TO defend the wife
and child whom he loved 50 well.
George held the weapons in readi-
ness for his father, while the mother
loaded them Soon, alas, bullet fired
by the Indians passed through the
Ioophole. killing instantly the courage
Gus Mrs. Martin
'-Grandpa, you are CRYING. Sadie in
terrupted, looking up into the old man $
face.
Hush. darling he answered, brush,
ing something like moisture from has
eyes Let me tell you all the rest
Then Mr. Martin lost all hope; but
for the sake of his child, he made q gal
liant struggle. The Indians, after si1
Of their number had been slain, burs1
into the cabin, and one of the fore
most, with a single blow of his toma
hawk. killed the heroic Englishman-'
"And what about Dorgie?" Sadie asks
with breathless interest
THE child fired the last loaded pisto
at the savage who had murdered hi
father. The charge took effect-th,
Indian was dangerously wounded; bu
a dozen weapons were Immediately lev
eled at the boys head. BY the inter
ference of the chief, George was save
from death, and carried away as cap
tive.
THE Indians had two other prisoner
besides him-men whom they intends
to torture on reaching home.
after two weary days of journeyini
over the prairies, the party at length al
rived at a Sioux village.
Crowds of old women and children
accompanied by barking ours. cam
forth to meet them, and especially I
jeer the helpless captives.
''The next day, amidst great rejoiC
ings, the latter were put to death at tn
understanding to the invariable Gus
tom of the sayages-
"Georgie was turned over by the ol
warriors to be tortured by the India
children.
Initiating their elders, these littl
wretches tied the white child wit
leathern thongs TO a stake driven firm
ly into the ground.
Before piling the brushwood roun
him, the Indian children, with mue
yelling and confusion, retired to th
distance of about 20 PAGES, arming then
selves meanwhile with light tom;
hawks and with bows and arrows
They first drew line which IT Wa
forbidden to pass Then each. one
turn stepped to the front and shot a
arrow. trying how close he could CON
to the boy without hitting him
George felt the arrows whiz past h
head. He was too much interested. o
should saw. surprised by the terrib
10 feel afraid. But he grew very angl
when one of the missiles, better aimt
than the others, carried away lock
his golden hair.
The young Indians yelled their a
plause al this fine shot. and son
suuaws standing near by seemed TO e
ioy the sport intensely, for they e
couraged the children TO continue.
AFTER a few more trials they gre
tired of this kind of archery, so th'
proceeded 10 something more DANCE
Gus and exciting.
Each in turn. exerting all h
strength, flung tomahawk at the i
fse prisoner. On. il was piteous 10 $
the child, with bright blue eyes. al
Yellow curls floating on the wind. stan
ing there helpless target for tn
crowd OF young sayages. les. his Ia
xxas golden as the sunlight-look, n
children. how mine is gray
~Yes. yes. grandpa' Please go o.
Tell as what Lsppened next" the u
Aeners cried, impatiently.