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DORA,
THE ADOPTED DAUGHTER*
By J. W H., of Toccoa, 61a.
Chapter V.
THREE INDIANS VISIT OCR FRIENDS.
Mr. Bcrgan felt safe. He well
knew that the Indians along the
banks of the Miaco were at peace
with the pale faces. Therefore he had
nothing to fear on that score ; and as
for animals, why, lie was here to
hunt them. Paul decided that he
would not “go out” to-day, but would
stay at the mansion with his father.
John was silent, and bis face wore a
troubled expression, He busied
himself all day gathering up wood
am) examining tlieguna. Wuy, TI7 Paul
could not understand, but John had
noticed that which Mr. Bergan and
his son had not, viz: A narrow
column of smoke ascending from a
distant peak! And that meant
trouble; but whether it was between
the Indians and whites or between
the Indians simply, he knew not.
He thought it prudent to provide for
the worst. His fears were increased
bj, seeing t three Indians crouching
behind a rock near by; he was in
turn gratified to see the foremost one
pluee thc pipe in his mouth, The
pipe meant good will, so he becLmed
them to approach, which they did
cautiously. They remained silent
until John said, in Indian ; “ vVelcome,
good friends." To which one replied,
(John acting as interpreter) “We are
friends."
A desultory attempt, at conversa¬
tion was kept up for some time;
Paul noticed an eagle flying above ;
lie took out one of the breech-loaders
to shoot at it, but it passed around.
The Indians asked to see it, the gun.
At the suggestion of Mr. Bergan they
were shown the revolvers, shot guns,
rifles and the edged weapons of the
party Paul s Smith & Wesso»,
they regarded as a pretty toy ;
for a moment supposed that it could
be made a destructive weapon. Se
lccting a maple about oigbty yards
distant, Paul fired seven tunes. John
directed the Indians to go see the
tree, which they did. They returned,
saying, “there are so many holes,”
holding up seven little sticks. One
of the Indians now expressed a desire
to shoot it. Paul cocked it, handed
it to him, showing thc fellow how to
pull the trigger. He kept looking
at it until the revolver went off, the
ball passing near his head. He
dropped it in the greatest terror and
could not be persuaded to touch it
again. Neither would any of the
others.
The shot-guns were tried next.
Auother maple was fired at, and
subjected to the inspection of the
Indians. They returned saying, “he
shot only once but he hit many
times.” Having already replaced the
empty cartridge, he fired both
barrels, one right after the other-
Quickly taking the one John had he
fired twice again, making four allots
in rapid succession.
The Indians, who had never seen
double-barrell breech-loaders, and
who thought all guns were like the
old-fashioned flint and steel rifles ot
the trappers, were very naturally
puzzled, they could not understand
how it was that a gun could shoot
four times without being loaded, for
we must remember they thought all
guns shot only one ball, which they
thought must be put iu at the
muzzle.
How it was that this gun shot four
times, (for they did not observe the
exchange) they failed to comprehend ;
still less could they comprehend how
one shot could “hit many times.''
The Remington was still un¬
touched. The greatest wonder still
in store for the astonished Indians.
Paul was endeav oriug to select a good
target when the keen *eyes of the
Jndian3 espied an antelope about 600
yards off. T Uey proposed to kill it,
and began on John to persuade Paul
to help them. In the meantime Paul
was quietly adjusting his globe,
Quickly placing himself on his back-,
be calmly threw his left foot over his
ri«ht knee, so as to form a rest for
bis gun, motioning at the same time
for John to point the Indians to the
antelope. The Indians by this time
turned to Paul and began jesticnla-
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ting vociferously and jabbering most
uniutellig bly. A quiet smile played
over Paul’s calm features; pointing
his gun toward the antelope, he de¬
liberately drew a bead and pulled the
trigger.
The antelope bounded in the air
and disappeared. John was disap-
pointed : Mr. Bergan. silent; and the
Indians, displeased, because Paul had
frightened away their
game. Paul suggested that they go
to the mound and see if the antelope
were visible.
This was to PauJ and his father an
amusing spectacle. The Indians
were in front, single file ; Mr. Bergan,
Paul and John, behind, marching
abreast. On arriving at the mound
imagine Paul’s gratification on seeing
the antelope stretched upon the
ground. Surprise, wonder, astonish¬
ment all combined fail to express the
feelings of the red men. They were
completely dumb founded. It was
to them the work of the Great Spirit,
and they thenceforth regarded Paul as
his immediate representative. The
antelope was given to the Indians;
they informed John that they would
be with them before the morrow’s
sun. All were pleased with the im¬
pression made upon, and it must
be confessed, slightly uneasy as
regards the visit promised by, the
Indians.
After supper a consultation was
held. John told Mr. Bergau what
he had seen, and explained that it
was customary for the Indians to
make fires on the tops of mountains
when trouble was at hand ; it w f as a
means of informing the tribe of war,
and a warning to them.
It was decided that Paul act as
guard until twelve, and John, from
that till da}'.
Chapter VI.
AMITUWAHTO VISITS OUR FRIENDS
It was unnecessary, however. Day
dawned and no savages appeared.
Joi n had retired for sleep and Mr
Bergan was on duty. Just at sunrise
an Indian emerged from the coppice
near the river bank, and walked
directly toward the mansion. Mr.
Bergan was surprised at seeing one ;
no mischief could be meant.
He knew that he could not under
s t au d the Indian, so he awoke John
to act as interpreter.
•John interpreted as follows :
“My warriors have told me about
the sons of my great white father;
about the great guns too.
I am glad the great white Father
has sent you to help his poor red
children ; for my warriors are many
of them out on a hunt and will not
be back for two moons. The Black-
feet, who dwell beyond the snowline,
have made war on the Crows.
Amituwahto never yet turned his
back to his foe ; we will fight them
until my warriors come aud then we
will go into the Blaekfeet hunting
grounds. The Great Spirit will help,
and the sons of the great white
Father will use the great guns, and
the Blaekfeet will be killed.”
Here now was a predicament for
Mr. Bergan. He did not exactly
desire to turn his pleasure into an
Indian warfare. He considered a
few moments. He knew the Blaek-
feet were deadly enemies to all the
whites. If neutral, he would run just
the same risk of being scalped as if
he fought them. If he refused he
might incur the enmity of the Crows.
Besides, the Blaekfeet were aggres
sive and had declared war while the
Crows were almost helpless.
John then informed Amituwahto
that “the children of the pale faces
were glad to help the red men.”
Paul was aroused and made aware
of the situation, aud I believe he was
not badly disappointed, for as he
said, “he’d as soon shoot Blaekfeet
as buffalo.” And when he was told
by his father that probably some of
the very scoundrels wbo murdered
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Mrs. Bergan were in this band, be
was anxious to avenge her death.
He swore to kill a savage for every
year of her life. Mr. Bergan, too,
was not regretful of this opportunity
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to avenge his friend’s cruel fate.
Amituwahto then expressed a will-
ingness to hear suggestions from Mr.
Bergan. This, Mr. Bergan desired.
The Indian was directed to collect all
the warriors possible and to send a
spy to theBlackfeet and ascertain, if
it could be done, their intentions.
To this the Indian agreed.
He was very reticent and departed
without saying one word, save that
he would be back on the morrow.
And John supplemented, “By your-
self, I wonder!”
Chapter VII.
MR. BERGAN SHOOTS AN INTRUDER.
Opr friends, at least Mr. Bergan
and Paul, were satisfied that the
Indian was sincere, John was not
so certain. They decided tojtreasure
their ammunition as though it were
gold, for too well they knew that
those little brass shells contained
their principal hope. If the worst
came to the worst, the Indians would
pay dearly for these three scalps.
Here was a long day to be passed
in the most tantalizing uncertainty.
1 he party remained together all day
to be better prepared for defense if
attacked.
Night came. All was painful anx¬
iety. Paul suggested the ruse played
by Dc Soto upon the Chickasaw?, i. e
wrap a log about a man’s size in a
blanket and place it before the fire
just as a man would be. and gooff
yourself eo as to be out of danger if
the Indians attacked the log!
This was accordingly done. Three
logs wrapped up and placed before
ihe fire ; Mr. Bergan, Paul and John,
retiring to a ravine, from which they
could see thc logs. They lay them
down to sleep, but Mr. Bergan has
determined not to close his eyes in
slumber until morning, and be real¬
izes that they way close forever ere
that time. Not long after midnight
a light, cautious sound fell upon his
listening ear. Placing his hands upon
his trusty rifle he is determined
show how “hard the pale face dies.”
The sound is repeated ;~this time
uearer. His piercing eye, yet un¬
dimmed by age, spies a bear, in a
thicket near by. The bright moon¬
light sheds its soft radiance over all.
Mr. Bergan’s eye never moves from
that object, stealthily peering at the
light of that fire. Paul’s idea was a
good one. Mr. Bergan sees the object
draw nearer and nearer the fire; he
calralt/ raises that rifle to his should¬
er. The keen crack rung out
upon the air, reverberating from hill
to hill on the ledge and echoing far
and near upon the bosom of the
river. Paul and John were awake at
onee, but with a motion of Mr.
Bergan’s hand, which said, “be still,
our whereabouts is still unknown,’
silence was enjoined upon them.
They lay perfectly still, guns in hand.
Out there was the intruder lifeless
upon the ground ; our friends expect¬
ing every moment to hear a savage
war-whoop, ready for the worst.
Three minutes pass away and not a
sound is heard; “the air a solemn
stillness holds. ’ The next moment
a shrill, wild note is heard ; causing
the air to quiver and vibrate.
How solemn was that warning. It
was simply the shrill notes of the
ow ^ > or » was a from one sav-
age to the others.
I To be Continued.']
The ihe storv story of ol the the discovery discover} of 01 a a new new
mammoth cave id Kentucky was a
hoax. The story was started by a
man who saw Gov. Blackburn's
mouth when he was shooting profaui-
ty therefrom at an offending newspa-
perreporter.
WASTED ELQUENCE.
Some time ago We got a new press
fot this office, and for a number
wee 5 was our c le dehg t to take
visitor3 lhrou 3 h thc mechamca
de P ar ^® nt of tli e paper, politely and
cheenu / exp ainin £ to them a
thou8and th,n « 8 that we didn fc kn ™
anything about. The foreman used
to say that wo did pretty well,
although he used to sometimes caution
us about the use of certain terms in
certain ways. You see a man who is
not a practical printer has to trust a
good deal to his memory and chance
to help him out, and he don't always
use the correct scientific name.
One (lay Colonel Stanton, tiie chief
paymaster of the department, entered
the Boomerang office to pay his sub.
seription, and tell us some blood¬
curdling anecdotes about different
engagements in which the pay de¬
partment had waded in blood and
came off more than conqueror. After
we had ladled out a few lines to him
relating to our frontier life, we took
him into the press room and showed
him the new press. lie manifested a
good deal of interest in the thing, and
asked a good many questions which
we answered in our usual graphic
style. Then we went into thc news
room. We could see by the frown on
the foreman’s brow that we were
making some awful breaks, but what
can you do when you have a visitor
who must be entertains 1, and who
keeps asking about these things, that
you don’t know anything about?
After a while the colonel seemed to
lose his interest in our description of
how a newspaper was made, At first
he would look surprised and agitated
over some rash statement we would
make, but after a little while he
seemed to care verv little about what
we said, and acted almost rude ; so
we brace ! up and went at it to explain
how type was set, and as we stood
by a case just vacated by fine of the
compositors, we told him where all
the letters were, and explained the
whole philosophy of setting a galley,
locking it, proving it, making up, etc.,
Zmeevs ^ There were a number ot other
present, and they all seemed
0 plcascd nnd tried to draw, us
out on this subject, which presents so
much that is of interest to the novice.
Finally Colonel Stanton yawned a
little, stepped up the vacant case,
took the stick in his left hand, and
gazed earnestly at the ‘copy’ of an
article on ‘An act to provide for the
retirement of the army worm at the
age of sixty-two ’ He then lit out
for dear life like a man setting by the
thousand and hopes to make San
Francisco before the cold weather
sets in. He dumped his stick in the
right place, resumed his work cheer¬
fully, and staid with it till the article
was all up, and then said he guessed
he’d have to go.
We looked around at the officers
to see how they felt, They seemed
cheerful and pleased about some-
thing.
They knew that that meek and gen¬
tle fraud was an old printer all the
time, and when we were making a
courteous, self forgetful ass of our
self all the time, explaining the oper¬
ations of a printing office, not only
Stanton but all the rest of them were
winking at the foreman, and even the
devil wa3 in the scheme.
Since that wc don’t even dare to
show a young lady how a printing
press works, and the other day a man
who was born without arms, and who,
therefore, wouldn’t make much of a
compositor, wanted to see how a
paper was made, but we put him
on the foreman and excused
from being a professional guide to
tfae meclianic4 i part of tho Boomerang
any morc>
Once we allowed ourself to act as
o-uide for Rev. Mr. Hall of this place,
because it was nothing more than right
that wc should be civil to a clergyman,
we had told him a great deal
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about the^ins and outs of the printing
business, and Mr. Hall had gone, the
city editor said f. . You ftre lho most
genial newspaper directory and
S p ec i men catalogue and price list of
printers* supplies I ever saw. You
tllQ ught you played it on that gray
baired clergyman in good shape
probably. You fooled away an hour
right in the middle oftbe day showing
off how to print a paper, when you
don’t know a lower-case roller-mold
from an italic shooting-stick. Mr.
Hall stuck type all the first part of
his life for Sam Bowles, but he has
gone home without telling you so
because he was afraid you might feel
bad. Now, if you don't quit acting
as guide to this paper Em going to
resign. I can’t stand it to be humili¬
ated this way. It is wearing my
young life in sorrow away.’—Bill
Nye.
A WRECKED LIFE.
Post Appeal.
Within a few years Will iam
Sprague, of Rhode Island, has enjoyed
the distinction of being a millionaire,
a United States Senator, a Governor,
and the husband of a society queen.
Life seemed full of promise.
Only the other day the same Wm.
Sprague, with a rifle in his hand, sat
on the steps of his splendid mansion,
at Canonchet, with the alleged inten¬
tion of shooting the purchaser of the
property when he attempted to take
possession. At last accounts he was
still holding the fort, but as the
purchaser of the estate is backed by
the myrmidons of the law, the cx-
Governor will have to knock under.
The poor man cuts a pitiful figure
now. Divorced from his wife, Strip-
ped of his wealth, and deserted by bis
friends, he has little to live for.
There arc other rich men traveling
in the footsteps of Sprague. Fashion,
extravagance and dissipation do their
work thoroughly with worldly men of
wealth, shattering their fortunes.
blighting their lives and destroying
their souls. Old as the story is, it
will be told millions of times before
the world comes to an end.
WHERE IIE GOT THE ICE.
There was a part}' of gentlemen the
other day on a train on one of the
roads coming into Nashville, and
none of the party bsing trietly
temperance men, one of the crowd
suggested a drink. Another wanted
to know where to get it. All seemed
willing, but the day was warm, very
warm. At last the fourth man iu the
party said he had a bottle of fine
‘cocktail,’ which he would furnish if
anybody would get ice. A fellow
passenger remarked he would do that
ifthey would share with him. He
left the car and came back with plenty
which was duly used. Asa matter
of course, in a short time another
drink was proposed and the ice man
kindly requested to famish „that
necessary article to a first clas9
cocktail, but with his mouth watering
for the drink, every look one of
longing, he said: ‘Gentlemen, 1
want the drink, and could furnish the
ice, but I am afraid if 1 take any more
the corpse might spoil.’ To say that
the crowd felt sick feebly expresses it,
and when they actually knew that the
ice was from a corpse, they did not
swear mentally, but openly.—Nash¬
ville American.
BEECHER’S THEOLOGY.
The Rev. Henry Ward Beecher’s
latest convictions were expressed bj
him last Sunday when he said;
“When people ask me if 1 believe
Heaven ia a locality, or a place
; fenced in from all trespassers, I reply
! in the negative. Heaven is as
les3 as the universe. If you ask me
if I think there is a hell that in a
j locality or pit from which no
can escape, i once more make a
negative reply. Do 1 believe that
there is no punishment beyond this
earth-life? 1 say there is no place of
endless torment; but I do think there
must be a certaiu form or degree of
punishment that will extend for a
limit into eternity. This punishment
will be the remorse of sin committed.
We shall be a great while in the other
life before we cease to be sorry for
the misdeeds of our earthly career.
But ultimately peace and happiness
will come to the sonls of all. ’ Some
people will now be inclined to regard
him as a Universalist.
BILL N\E ON OSCAR WILDE.
We went down to the overland train
Thursday evening to see .the great
aesthetic. We picked him out without
any trouble, and tackled him for &
quiet little talk all by ourselves.
Mr. Wilde is very tall, with a face
like a broadaxe. We told him that
our name was Nye, the great Wyo¬
ming aesthetic. He smiled like a
rolling mill and shook hands.
He wore a soft hat and a kind of
steel colored velvet sack coat. He
also wore his hand in his pocket clear
up to his elbow joints. He wears a
kind of a Byron collar and a necktie
the color of diseased liver. His pant*
were of a gray material and held in
place with pink gum suspenders.
These were shown as he stooped over,
Lis coat being cut just below the
shoulder blades. His shoulder blades
are high and intellectual.
He wears his hair long, with hay
and little mementoes from thc sleep¬
ing car in it. His face is thin, and
buried in a piece of pie must be a
ghastly sight^ *
Mr. Wilde’s teeth are evidently his
own. Nobody could make teeth like
them and escape the vigilance com¬
mittee. They are broad and promi¬
nent, with a tendency to go out and
look for air. He does not seem strong
but his breath proves the impression
to be erroneous. Mr. TPilde wore a
silk handkerchief the color of the
illustrations describing the cattle
plague.
He spoke of various topics with a
seductive drawl, wriggling his limber
angle worm logs as he spoke and
posing like a giraffe with the colic,
for the benefit of the ladies who stood
near. He wipes his nose in a lan¬
guid, yet soulful way, and makes you
wish he would do so again.
We asked him when he would
return to England, and he tossed his
mane in the air and said :
‘Ah ! I don’t know whether 1 shall
survive or not.’
‘You get a good deal of free adver¬
tising, I see,’ said the Boomerang
man, gnawing a little fragment from
an irregular piece of navy and
thoughtlessly stepping on thc patent
leather shoe of the great aesthetic.
‘Yes, sir. Most too much of it.
Still it pays moderately well —he, he,
he ! However, it is absolutely stupid
of them to make such beastly and
peculiar little joke9 upou me, you
know.’ Mr. Wilde’s complexion is
very pallid, with here and there a
little pimple that relieves the monot¬
ony some. lie wears no beard cr
mustache at all, but makes up for
that with a large growth of hair on
his head, which falls in graceful
festoons over his shoulders like a
horse’s tail over an olive green dash
board. He is just as fall of soul as
he can be, aud waits and breathes
and exists in a cabbage grove. He
smiles every little while like a colicky
baby in its sleep, and sighs and
places bimself in statuesque positions,
a 3 though something had given away
in his apparel and he was trying his
ethereal pantaloons on till people
looked the other way.
WILL NOT WANT
LARS.
‘What do you think of my article
on the political situation?’ inquired
Fenderson.
‘Everybody I have heard speak of
it/ replied Fogg, ‘praises it very
highly.’
‘Do they?’ said Fenderson, eagerly.
$ Whom have you heard speak of it?’
‘Nobody but yourself/ said Fogg.
carelessly.
Fenderson says he has learned one
thing, namely, when he gets a eompli-
ment again he shall be satisfied to 4
take it as it is given. Hereafter he
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