The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-02-28

 weak. Her chin, as remember l noted even then. was strong. but lean and not Overladen with flesh. Her mouth. not thin Tipped and cold. yet not too loose and easy, was now plain tive. as il was sweet in it's full. red cupid bow. Round and soft and gen tie she seemed. yet all the lines of her figure. all the features of her face be- tokened bone and breeding. The low cut Indian shirt left her neck bare. could see tbe brick red line of the sun burn creeping down. but most l noted. since ever it was my delight to trace good lineage in any creature. the spen- did curve of her neck. not long and weak. not short and animal. but round and strong perfect 1 was willing to call that and every other thing about her.
 She turned to me after time and smiled wanly. ''I am hungry" she said.
 l bethought me of an old expedient my father had once shown me. At the bandolfer across my shoulder swung my bullet pouch and powder flask, in the former also some bits of tow along with the cleaning worm. I made a loose wad of the tow kept thus dry in the shelter of the pouch and pushed this down the rife barrel after l had with some difficulty discharged the load already there. Then 1 rubbed 8 little more powder into another loose wad of tow and fired the rife into this. As luck would have it. some sparks still smoldered in the tow. and thus I was able once more to nurse up a tiny fame So now again we ate. and once more as the hours advanced we felt strength coming to us. Yet. in spite of the food. I was obliged to admit a strange aching in my head and a hot fever burning in my bones.
 ''See the poor horse." she said. and pointed to our single steed. bumped up in the wind. one hip high. his head low, all dejection.
 "He must ear.'' said I, and so started to loosen his hobble. Thus engaged. 1 thought to push on toward the top of the next ridge to see what might be beyond. What I saw was the worst thing that could have met my eyes. l sank down almost in despair.
 There. on fat valley nearly a mile away in Its slow descent. stood the peaked tops of more than a score of Indian tepees. Horses were scattered all about. From the tops of the lodges little dribbles of smoke were coming. For some moments 1 lay examining the camp. seeking to divine the intent of these people. whom 1 supposed to be Sioux. l heard a whisper at my shoulder. What Is it ?' she asked me, and then the next moment. gazing as I did over the ridge. she saw. I felt her cover close to me in her instant terror. My God.' she murmured. What shall we do? They will find us; they will kill us!''
 "wait. now" said I. ''They have not yet seen us. They may go away in quite the other direction. Do not be alarmed"
 We lay there looking at this uDwel- come sight for some moments. but at last I saw something that pleased me better.
 The men among the horses stopped. looked and began to hurry about. be- gan to lead up their horses. to gestic- ulate. Then far of upon the other side I saw a blanket waving.
 "It is the buffalo signal" I said to her. 'They are going to hunt. and their hunt will be in the opposite di- rection from us."
 We crept back from the top of the ridge. and 1 asked her to bring me the saddle blanket while I held the horse. This I bound fast around the horses head.
 "Why do you blind the poor fellow?" she inquired. He cannot eat; he will starve. Besides. we ought to be get ting away from here as fast as we can"
 ''I tie up his head so that he cannot see or smell and SO fall to nCighing to the other horses I explained to her. Perhaps I staggered a little as stood.
 You are weak" she. exclaimed. 'You are illr'
 ''It is fever" I answered thickly. My head is bad. do not see distinict- Iy. If you please, l think l will lie down for time"
 1 felt her arm under mine. She led me to our little freside, knelt on the