The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1903-10-15

| THEY SAT AND HELD THE BOOK
TOGETHER.
fleece, Antywine pretended he did not
know it, His hands and shoulders
worked as hard as his mind. With
shrugs and gesticulating fingers he
flung English spelling all around.
When he encountered terrific word he
would throw down his book and jump
on it, But Antywines moccasins
were light; he did not damage the
learning under his feet. His RACES
were RACES of laughter Whatever he
did so delighted Peggy that she said:
1T makes me almost laugh out in
school to think how you dance on your
| speller!"
AS month followed month and Pc
dro Lorimer neither showed himself
again in New Salem nor made any
other attempt to kidnap the Indians
adopted daughter, her guardians anx-
iety relaxed to ease. He thought:
These white men in this vilalge are
my friends; they will take my part.
The young chief Abe is as strong
is with me-"
Every Sunday Mahala Cameron's
father preached in the schoolhouse, and
nearly all the people, whether they ac-
cepted the Cumberland Presbyterian
creed or not, went to the service Wild
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on the pra.'ies. The woods were full
Of flowers, having such fragrance as
breaks only from old loan. All the
trees, from the rich green of the pc
can to the delicate and slowly deepen
ing maple gave out their foliage to
the sun. The Judas tree burst out like
flame in the forest
Happy boys were seen coming home
| from the river of evenings with strings
Of croppies, bass, and pike. Half-yearly
muster day came, when the local mi
Iitia stepped out in awkward sqauds
and practced such military tactics as
the leader knew to the squeak Of a
fife and the thump of a drum. Anty-
wine put himself among the boys. He
liked life and movement. But Shick-
shack stood and looked gloomly on
He knew that his own people, the Sacs,
we're being crowded in their reserva-
ZION, and this play of war might some
time become reality. Whisky was pen-
tiful of muster days. Antywine no.
ticed that Lincoln did not touch It,.
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strength of Sieur Abe, he also spat out
Of his mouth a taste of fiery stuff
pushed between his lips by Grove
boy, and decided that he would fight
rather than be forced to drink.
Sticky Green and Ann Rutledge's
brother were home, working in their
fathers fields. Young Yates was seen
at intervals during the summer. The
boys and girls of New Salem found a
world of material for their own happi-
ness. There were cuttings, where the
older women labOred in the afternoon
and young men and women came to
evening games.
Peggy Shickshack stood outside of
such festivities, and SO did Antywine.
because the singular mother of their
household had no fellowship with the
mvcher of any other household. For
all the villagers began to look kindly
at the unfolding womanlness OF the
lame Spaniard, the blond head of An
tywine, and the good old Indian who
loved white men.
But the festival that Peggy liked best
and was not left out of, was blackber-
rying. The girls rose at dawn and put
| on their worst clothes, meeting by APP
pointment at the tavern with baskets
on their arms. They did not speak
loud. The dust in the road took the
prints OF their feet like ashes. The
whole understanding world was
drenched in dew, and as they brushed
down the ravine across the woods be-
You'd, they were baptized by every
bush. Then their tongues were
loosened, and they sang and told
stories. Sometimes they pretended to
see wolves sneaking to cover, but this
merely for the pleasure of frightening
themselves. II was the loyeliest pilgri-
mage ever invented There was peril
in 1t too, for in the wooded field Of
wild brambles the thick-mottled rattle
snake, or objects resembling him
caused many start and shrek.
! Once little Jane Rutledge got fat
grasshopper down her back. and yelled