Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-11
Chapter One.

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Chapter One.
"Muvver, whole lots of Indians
is comm"
His great blue eyes bullying, L
vear-old Fred toddled into the
settlers camn on the Dakota
plains, dragging after him Hat
tie. his 5-year-old sister. From
their playground at the top of the
hill the two children had seen a
war band of Sioux, hideously ar
raved in paint and feathers,
plunging forward to where the
home seekers had pitched their
temporary camp in the wilds.
An alarm resounded through
the camp. Men and women alike
seized firearms, and, taking their
stand within the Enclosure formed
nv the wagons, opened fire on the
Indians. who already were cir
cling about the improvised fort
ress. The battle was short and
bloody. One more narrowing
cbapter in the story of the build
ing of the West. An inexperi-
enced band of 80 men, women and
children against 100 warlike
braves.
When the end was near, the
anguished mother, gathering up
her babies, hurriedly hid the boy
and girl in a huge tool box, and
the next instant fell with a bullet
through her breast.
The camp was sacked and
burned. Seeking pillage, the IN
dams came across the two little
ones secreted in the box. AFTER
the Indian custom, the girl was
bound hand and foot and rolled
over the edge of a cliff. The boy
was carried back to the Sioux VII
lage. there to be brought UP as
warrior among them. With him
was Dick, the pet horse of the
settlers.
Chapter Two.
Hattie escaped the death wncn
had been planned for her, ana
freeing her hands and feet OF the
bonds, wandered back to the scene
of the ruined camp. There Dick,
the horse, who had stray ed away
from the Indian village, found her,
and mounting the faithful ANIMAL
Hattie was borne to the nearest
white settlement, where she was
adopted into the family of SheriH
King.
Fred, for ten years an unw1ll-
inc member of the Sioux trlpe'
grew in the ways of the Indians
although always on the lookout
for some means of escape. HIS
opportun. came one day. When
out on a hunting expedition, he
fell across some trappers from
the nearby white settlement, to
whom he told his story, and was
escorted back to the people of his
kind again.
And there, in the little frontier
town, he met once more the sister
who had been snatched away from
him on the tragic day ten years
before, when the red men slew the
parents.
Chapter Three.
A thirst TO- vengeance now pos
sessed these two orphans OF the
wild, and daily they planned a
means f satisfying it. Suitors
came for the hand of Hattie, but
- ~ldly turned away; while
Fred, straight, 1.-THE and skillful
as the Indians who had tutored
him, occupied himself as trapper
and waited an opportunity. Then
one day the Sioux again took to
the war path. Fred Immediately
enlisted as a scout. There was
Spartan parting between brother
and sister.
81 shall not return until l have
paid the debt" he said.
God keep you, and make. your
aim true" replied Hattie as the
youth rode away.
But she, too, had a plan and
purpose to share in the toll which
was to be exacted for the slaugh-
ter of their parents. AS Fred dis
appeared behind the hills, she
mounted the faithful Dick and ST.
!ently rode down the trail.
Off in the foothills Fred dis
covered a group of Indians who
we're planning a sudden descent
upon the settlement. A score or
the braves were already on the
move, and from the cover of
bowlder the boy opened fire.
Hattie, riding hard, came upon
the unequal combat as it waged,
and dropping beside her brother.
they together held the band at
hay until, deceived by the belief
that a stron1 forca Of white mel