The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1903-06-26

CRIME and pat on tho water to heat for
me musb The appearance of TINT
article on the Table usually called forth
some laughing remark from the East.
cru.bred GIRL who was making brave
effort 60 be happy iu a wilderness
Just as the water commenced 20 bulb
bic. three sharp blows were struck
up0n the hearth. and at the same I'M
/ slant the little frightened forms
dropped into the hole under the floor
, whi.h was reserved for times of such
I peril, and the loose plank was quietly
put into place The next moment q
/ tan Indian. whose quick eye only saw
q young gin quietly dropping handfuls
/ of yellow meal into the boiling water,
appeared 0t the door A nod was eX-
changed between the girl and the
chieftain, whose entrance was followed
! hy another and another. until six In
dams stood IN the room, each with
painted face and decked In the trap
pings of war. The silence was un-
broken for several minutdes, save for
the steady movements of the iron
spoon. which was grasped in Abigails
Quivering fingers. At length NakOmis
who had hitherto held himself friendly
toward the whites, advanced a step
and said IN a heavy, cultural tone,
white man home? Nakomis would
! have speech with him.
Nakomls spoke a little English, and
had taught Abigail the few Indian
words she knew.
MY father" replied the young girl,
looking the brave straight in the face,
lis not far of He win be here in a
moment What do you want with
him?"
mo tell little white face" returned
the man. leering at her, "she 'frald.
She big coward White man coward
White man 60 and he added wick
edly, 81 kill him. Iniun get all white
mans scalp and going toward the
girl. with his cruel eyes upon her face
, he laid one hand on his tomahawk and
stretched the other toward her.
/. With wild cry, born Of the despera
f ton of the moment, Abigail SLOWER
, raised the spoon filed with boiling
mush, and as the Indian almost hat
I her in his grasp, she dashed it full into
! his face AS he turned with howl o.
h rage and pain, she grabbed an iroI
+ dipper from its nail at the side of thu
hearth, filed it with the porridge ant
o flung it at the red mans neck and heaC
+ as he fed through the door The othe
Indians attempted to stop the now in
& furiated girl who knew she was fight
O ing for her life, but as each turne,
b toward her he received the scaldini
O mush full in his eyes. and in a few
, seconds the last one Of the six left III
q door Of the cabin smarting with pai
and rage, the contents of the kettle be
p ing about evenly distributed over tn
@ bodies Of the half dozen Chippewas
n Later on one was known to have die
II from the results Of his burns
% When Jonathan Slower returned t
n his home, accompanied by his neigl
d bors. in response to the four shots froI
J. the rifle, Abigail was lifting her littl
= brothers out Of their places of safet!
and as she sank Imply into her fail
% er's arms, she said with an attempt {
10 her old gaiety, Daddy, we can't hay
10 any mush for supper"
n. This incident happened twenty milk
If from where Detroit now is; and by IL
~ spot where the Slower cabin the
10 stood, an electric car sweeps throne
s the country. Free Press.