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having explained that he intended TO
| throw her across.
zone, two, three. and there you go"
AS he uttered the last exclamation,
! she left his grasp. and, describing q
short parabola, landed lightly upon
| her feet. ON the further bank. and. I'M
| der the impulse of her W momentum,
ran several PAGES before she could
| check herself.
"Therew called the pleased parent.
"That is better than trying to jump and
! falling into the stream
But I shouldn't have fallen into the
Jacob Mayflcld heard 4 Slight rustling
behind him, and. turning his head, way
confronted by FIVE Indians, one Of
whom, stopping as silently 'as a .shad-
ow, had caught up the white mans
gun from where it lay.
The mother uttered a cry. but it was
because of the terrifying sight on the
further shore. An Indian warrior
stepped from behind a tree, only a few
feet away, and approached the child,
whose back being turned, suspected
nothing Of her peril, while held speech
less by what she saw just across the
brook.
At the moment when the parent was
unarmed, the half-dozert w::,Iois made
him and his family prisoners.
Since all the Indians were armed and
in war paint, Mayfeld and his wife did
not believe their lives would be spared
for more than 4 few minutes. Their
establishment, therefore, was great
when one Of them by gestures indicated
that the couple were to leap to the
other side and join their child. Since
she, too, was in great peril, the curious
command was obeyed OH the instant.
The wife easily leaped across, and was
followed by her husband, the former
being quick 70 take the trembling hand
of Dorothy.
The warriors talked for a few min
utes in their native tongue, while May
field anXiously scanned each face in
turn, in the hope of recognizing an ac-
quaintance to whom he could appeal.
but all were strangers, though if every
one had sat at his board it probably
would not have affected the case.
The chief was saying something, and
in the act of gesticulating with his free
hand, when, to the establishment Of
everyone, Dorothy Mayfeld tugged at
the other arm. The surprised leader
turned angrily and glared down in her
face.
Don't you remember me? I'm the
little girl that gave you a drink Of
water, oh, a good many years ago.
For several seconds the painted face
was a study. The Indian stared at the
upturned co~untenance, silent, peerlng
and intent. Then the shadow of a
smile played about his mouth, he laid
his hand on the faxen hair, and. in a
voice Of wonderful tenderness, uttered
the single word:
"Dorthy!"
81 knew you would remember me.
You told me your name that day, but
I did not hear you; tell me again."
"Pometacom; white people call me
King Philip"
"Why didn't you bring your little
girl to play with me? I watched. Oh,
so many days, but you forgot all about
it, didn't you"
"Too far-good way-little girl can't
walk SO far"
''That was so long ago that she must
now be a big girl like me. She can
walk it now; will you bring her to see
me?"
"Some time" was the grim response:
King Philip, the grim hero Of the
greatest war in the history Of New
England, had not forgotten the inno-'
cent child who gave him a drink OF
water two years before.
Without hesitation, therefore, he an
nounced that no member Of this little
family should be harmed. Not only
that, but in face Of the fact that he
was urgently nedeed elsewhere by his
warriors, he accompanied Dorothy and
her parents through the forest until
they came in sight of the little village
of Deerield, when, knowing that all
danger was at an end. he babe them
goodby and hurried of.-Cassell's Lit
tie Folks.