Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1902-01-18

Out on the Pampas ]
By g. A. nrr1y s
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CHAPTER XIV.

cried at first until she could cry no more,
and had now neryed herself for the
worst. She had heard that the Indians
nave neither mercy nor pity for anyone
who may exhibit fear of death; she knew
that no entreates or tears would move
them in the slightest, but that courage
and frmness would at any rate command
their respect and admiration. She had
therefore schooled herself to show no
emotion
Nevertheless, as, after four days, the
troop drew up in front of the council hut
and alighted, the women pressed round
10 heap abuse upon the prisoner; but one
of the Indians stepped up to her and
waved them back, and, saying "She is the
child of a great chief" took her by the
arm and handed her over to the care of
the wife of one of the principal chiefs.
The selection was a good one, for the
woman, who was young, was known in
the tribe as the Fawn, for her gentle
disposition. She at once led the captive
away to her lodge, where she babe her
sit down, offered her food and spoke kind
Iy to her in her low, soft, Indian tongue.
Ethel could not understand her, but the
kindly tones moved her more than the
NnEcdLS OIL lue crown OuISlue udu uOhC,
and she broke down in a torrent of tears.
The next morning an incident occurred
which, although she knew it not at the
time, entirely altered her destination and
prospects.
She was sitting upon the ground, when
man, who by his bearing appeared to be
the principal chief present, passed in
earnest talk with another chief. In the
batter she recognized at once one Of the
wounded Indian prisoners who had re-
manned at her fathers home for a full
week.
''Tawaina," she said, leaping to her
fleet.
He paid no attention to her call, and
she repeated it in a louder tone.
The principal chief stopped; Tawaina
did the same. Then he walked slowly
howard the captive.
Save me, Tawaina," she said, 'and
send me back again home"
Tawaina shook his head.
mot can," he said. "Tawaina friend.
Help some time-not now" And he turn
ed away again.
"Does Tawaina know the White BirdY'
the chief asked him, that she sings his
name?"
Tawaina paused and said:
''Tawaina knows her. Her father is
ahe great white brave"
The Indian chief gave a bound of as
4onishment and pleasure.
THE white brave with the shooting
4ames?'
Tawaina nodded. His meeting with
Ethel had been apparently accidental, but
was in reality intentional. Her actual
Captor was one of the chiefs, although
not the principal one, of the Pampas In
Eians; and in the division of the spoil,
preparations for which were going on,
there was no doubt that she would be as
signed to that tribe. He therefore went
direct to the chief of the Pampas In
dams and asked that the white girl might
fall to his tribe. The chief hesitated. =
''She is our captive" he said. The
people will like to see her"
The delight of the Indians, when they
found that they had the daughter of their
twice victorious enemy in their hands,
was unbOunded. Vengeance is to the In
Glians even more precious than plumber.
The news flew from mouth to mouth and
triumphant whoops resounded through
out the camp; and Ethel inside her tent
felt her blood run cold at the savage ex-
nltation which they conveyed.
She was greatly troubled by the fire.
for she saw that it must efface all signs
of the trail, and render the task of her
friends long and difficult, and she felt
greatly depressed at what she looked up
on as Il certain pOstpOnement of her res
cue. She lay thinking over all this for
long time until the camp had subsidized
into perfect quiet. Then the skins were
slightly lifted near her head, and she
heard a voice whisper:
ME, Tawaina-friend. Great chief
come to look for girl. Two trails-eyes
blinded. Tawaina make sign-point way
Give piece dress, that great chief may
believe"
ethel at once understood. She eau
4i0usly tore off narrow strip from the
bsttom of her dress, and put it under
the skin to the speaker.
''Good." he said. "Tawaina friend.
Ethel hope"
slew would be now given to her friends,
nnd overpowered by fatigue, Ethel was
very shortly fast asleep.
The next morning she was awake
early. and had it not been for the terrible
situation in which she was placed she
would have been amused by the busy stir
In the village, and by the little copper
solored urchins at play, or going out with
Abe women to collect wood or fetch wat
ar. There was nothing to prevent Ethel
from going out among them, but the
looks of scowling hatred which they cast
mt her made her draw back again into the
INT, after long, anxious look around
1t was relief at least to have halted,
great as her danger undoubtedly was.
She felt certain now that hour by hour
her father must be approaching. He
might even now be within few miles.
Had it not been for the fire, she was
certain that he would already have been
up. but she could not tell how long he
might have been before he recovered the
trail.