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CHRIST IS RISEN.
AN EASTER CAROL.
is risen! Christ is risen !
Spread the tidings far and wide;
Christ is risen! Christ is risen !
Our dear Lord, the crucified.
Death could not hold Him in prison,
Who for man’s transgression died.
CHORUS.
For Christ is risen 1 Christ is risen 1
That he who dies with Him may rise.
Christ is risen ! Christ is risen !
Let the universe rejoice.
Christ isYisen ! Christ is risen 1
Let us sing with heart and voice.
May the sad and weary listen,
And make joyful strains their choice.
CHORUS.
For Christ is risen! Christ is risen 1
That he who dies with Him may rise.
Christ is risen! Christ is risen !
Chant your thanks in joyful lays.
Christ is risen! Christ is risen !
High your notes of triumph raise ;
May each face with gladness glisten,
Let not one refuse His praise.
CHORUS.
For Christ is risen ! Christ is risen !
That he who dies with Him may rise.
Written for Burke’s Weekly
SAL-O-QUAH;
OR,
Boy-Life Among the Indians.
BY REY. F. R. GOULDING,
Author of “ Young Marooner's," “ Marootier's
Islandetc.
CHAPTER XL.
DESTINY —“MISCHIEF-WORK” AND “MUR
DER- BLOOD” —THE WOUNDED DOG —
HASTY SUMMONS —WARRANT BY WORD
OF MOUTH THE PERROT FAMILY
“garcon.”
Jjjjf HERE are some people who
seem destined to come togeth-
P* er, whether they will or no.
We so found it with our good friends,
the Phelpses, and with our not good
friends, the members of the Pony Club.
The storm which had stopped us about
eleven o’clock, ceased between two and
three, but the country was deluged, and
the unbridged water-courses were im
passable for hours. It was then cer
tain that we could not reach our jour
ney’s end till long after nightfall, and
there would be a river to ford after dark;
so we quietly decided to stay where we
were until morning.
We pitched our tent in the woods out
side the gate, and just before dark went
to the house and bade the family fare
well. The moon, however, shone with
such brightness that Mr. Phelps was
tempted to make us a visit and inquire
if we needed anything. He remained
till bed-time.
The sun had not raised his head far
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above the eastern hills, nor peeped at
us long over the tree tops, before we
had struck tent and put ourselves in
motion. About four miles travel
brought us to a cross-road, beyond
which at a short distance was one of the
small streams whose over-fullness the
afternoon before had forbidden our
journey. It was still turbid and fuller
than usual. Between the cross-roads
and the branch, persons had encamped
during the night, and had left the smo
king brands of a fire. While our horses
were drinking Kaneeka lighted his pipe
at this fire, looked hurriedly around,
and then hallooed to us to join him.
When we arrived, his face wore a trou
bled expression :
“I ’fraid some mischief-work been
done here,” said he.
We looked in the direction indicated
by his eye without perceiving anything
unusual, though we observed that Salo
quah’s face immediately lost its cheer
ful expression, and that his eyes wan
dered wistfully over the ground.
“What do you see, Kaneeka?” my
father inquired.
“Blood!” he answered; “murder
blood, I ’fraid..”
Between the fire and the track of the
wagon were two dark blotches of blood
imperfectly concealed by earth scraped
upon them.
“ The people who encamped here last
night must have killed a pig,” suggested
my father, wishing to relieve, if possi
ble, the horror of the occasion.
“ People don’t kill pig in bed,” re
turned Kaneeka, pointing as he spoke
to the sleeping place of the encampers ;
“and this hair not pig hair,” he add
ed, drawing out from the disturbed soil
a yellow ringlet all clotted with blood ;
“ nor this either,” he continued, pick
ing out from the other bloody place
several short hairs of mixed black and
grey.
The evidence was strong that two
persons had been killed at that spot a
few hours before. But where were the
bodies? They must be either conceal
ed in some place near at hand, or car
ried off in the wagon.
A fuller examination of the ground
revealed the following facts : That a
wagon drawn by two horses had come
from the west, by the cross road which
we had passed ; had stopped here after
the rain; staid all night, and left about
daylight; that the party consisted of at
least three persons, an elderly white
man, a small white female, probably a
half-grown girl, (we so judged by the
foot-prints and the hair, and a man
wearing a coarse heavy shoe ; that the
wagonj after leaving camp, first crossed
the branch, then making a circuit in
the woods beyond, recrossed it, and,
instead of continuing the journey east
ward, returned the same way it came.
“ More blood ! fresh blood !” shout
ed Saloquah from some bushes a few
steps from the fire.
We hurried to the spot. Kaneeka
stooped down, looked keenly upon the
ground, turned his eyes upon the sur
rounding shrubs, and said :
“ Do<7-blood, not man-blood. There
the track, and there again.”
With our closest scrutiny we white
people could see nothing of the track
which the practiced eyes of our red
skinned friends so easily discerned ; we
could only see blood on the ground and
on the leaves and twigs. This we fol
lowed until it brought us to a thickly
leaved vine, where lay a large and beau
tiful dog with a ghastly wound in his
head, made by a sharp axe or hatchet.
He was not dead, though the wound
seemed mortal, and he whined mourn
fournfully as we came up. His wound
was still bleeding, and Lorenzo and I,
remembering that loss of blood is said
to produce thirst, ran to the deserted
camp where we had seen a gourd, and
brought in it some water from the
branch. He lapped it eagerly, until
every drop was gone, and looked up for
more. We brought him another sup
ply, which also he drank, then licked
our hands, looked gratefully into our
faces, and lay down to rest.
During this little episode with the
dog, Saloquah had galloped away with
a message to Mr. Phelps, requesting
him to inform his neighbors of what
had occurred, and join us as soon as
possible; after which my father and
Cousin Aleck, under the shrewd guid
ance of Kaneeka, gave themselves up to
farther examination. They went to the
creek. A few steps below the ford
were to be seen foot-prints of the man
with heavy shoes deeply dented in the
steep bank, as if he had walked in the
bed of the creek to conceal his track.
We could plainly trace his footsteps be
tween the water and the hillside, where
were several empty beds of stones that
had been lifted and carried off. The
trails from the hillside all converged to
the same spot, overlooking a deep eddy
of the stream.
“We find the dead people in here,”
said Kaneeka, pointing to this eddy.
A short pole, used as a feeler, re
vealed a soft, yielding substance at the
bottom like that of a human body
weighted down with stone.
“We will let everything remain just
as it is until Mr. Phelps and the neigh
bors come,” said my father; “their
testimony will be needed at the Inquest,
if one should be held.”
The examination of the creek, hill
sides and eddy had occupied the greater
part of an hour, and while we sat there
talking the clatter of a pony’s hoofs an
nounced the return of Saloquah. He
said that Mr. Phelps would soon be
there.
We were not kept long waiting. Sum
moned by an energetic message, and
marked with the usual promptness of
border men, Mr. Phelps and his neigh
bors arrived sooner than we supposed
was possible. They were conducted
over the ground, shown all that we had
seen, and then brought to the creek
side, where they proceeded to examine
for themselves. To our horror they
brought up from the water two bodies—
one that of a very respectable-looking
man about fifty years of age, and the
other that of a sweet-faced, curly-head
ed girl, about twelve years old, both in
the usual ntght costume of campers-out,
and both evidently brought to an uu
timely end by a blow on the head with
a sharp-edged axe. Horrid as was the
sight, it was a partial relief to think
that they had come to that end in the
unconsciousness of sleep, and had thus
been spared from the most dreadful
part of a murdered person’s experi
ence.
Mr. Phelps and his _ coadjutors were
all intelligent as well as enei'getic men,
and they resolved promptly upon their
course of action. Two of them, accom
panied by Kaneeka, all armed, were to
pursue the track of the wagon, and, if
possible, apprehend the murderer. The
third, who was a magistrate, was to re
main, take charge of the bodies, and
see them decently buried in such way
that, if in that wild country there could
be gathered a jury of inquest, the bodies
could be disinterred for examination,
and if not, they could be given up to
the will of friends and relatives, should
such be discovered. Our company,
consisting of all except Kaneeka, were
to continue on the ground until other
neighbors came and helped to take
charge.
Before the pursuers left, we had satis
fied ourselves that the family name of
the unfortunate parties was Perrot, of
which the senior’s was Jean, and the
girl’s Elise. On the dog’s neck was a
brass collar with the inscription, “Gar
con, property of Elise Perrot, Abbe
ville, S. C.” We conjectured from the
names and various little concomitants,
that the family were emigrants from
France, and had been here too short a
time to conform to American usages, or
to know the dangers of anew and wild
country.
In the act of leaving, Mr. Phelps
turned to the magistrate and said:
“We are going off as to do
our duty in this case ; but for my own
part I should like to have some showing
of law. You have no paper on which
to write a warrant, but cannot you give
us one by word of mouth ?”
The magistrate looked a little per
plexed, but soon replied:
“I have been in office only a few
days, and do not recollect the form to
be used, but the substance is this : ‘I,
William Simpson, Magistrate, appoint
you, Samuel Phelps, and you, James
Davis, citizens, with the help of Ka
neeka, a Cherokee sub-chief, a posse to
pursue, discover, and arrest the'driver
of the wagon whose tracks are here left,
or any other person nr persons who in
your judgment may have been partakers
in this murder; and in so doing, you