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Camp-fire and Wigwam

Chapter 8 A SURPRISE.

Word Count: 2340    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

calm defiance of the Indian youth. When he saw the latter place his hand on the knife at his girdle, the German

me, eh, don't it?

ung it open and passed out in the darkness. Deerfoot stood motionless, looking in the direction whence he had vanished

brief that it was over before she fairly understood

he sat down, with her scared look and her words of misgiving on her lips, Deerfoot looked from the crackling fire into her countenance. As the yellow glow lit up his handsome features, they showed the faint

row windows through which a hostile shot could be fired from the outside. He did not believe the late visitor would proceed to that length, but

w that he had simply moved closer to the fire. The space between her own chair and that of the visitor was such that ther

a bad man; he has a good boy, Otto; Deerfoot calls him his brother

e," said the lady, still trembling over the remem

ced than before, but the w

eerfoot and Deerfoot

acob Relstaub would return, demand admittance, and attack her guest. True, he might do

ound they were absent on a singular hunt for the horse that had been missing fully a week. His interest lay in them, and especially in Jack. He had he

that morning. The startling events which followed could not be suspected by the parent, who sat so quietly knitting and talking with t

territory of Louisiana was peopled by Indians much less vicious in their hatred than were those who made Kentucky their hunting-ground. A fierce party of Shawanoes had followed the little party across the Mississippi the previous week, and they k

ng of the Great Spirit. Many a time the instinctive belief had come over him, and he had never failed to follow its guidance; the result in each instance proved t

looking into the face of her visitor and speaking as tho

he can breathe the cool, pure air, and look at the stars, and listen to the

hen he comes home, to learn that you did so, though he

ny such couch, and he had not done so since he was wo

he will lie on the floor; and when he awakes he will seek his

w ventured the hope that he would use the Bible which lay on the table at the side of the ca

as his Bibl

sition so that his back was turned toward the fire, whose glow passed over his shoulders and fell upon the printed page.

e most impressive grandeur and awe-inspiring glimpse of the mysterious life from whose portals no h

efore refrained. When he had finished, he closed the book and laid it away where

rest of the interview, she began to feel a slight drowsiness. When she placed her hand over her mouth

the small room was filled with a brighter illumination than before. Leaning backward with the book in front of his face and his shapely legs extended in front, he studied with an interest more absorbing than was

imagination will run riot, while sitting alone late at night, with the wind moaning outside, while he watches the curious, grotesque, and endless procession of figures which take shape and action before him. No one but Deerfoot himself could tell what thoughts took shape in his brain, but they must have bee

a slight glow filled a part of the room, and he looked like some odd shadow, when he stepped silently forward and stirred the embers until they once more lit up the apartment.

hours of daylight. The rude cabins were dimly outlined, as they faced each other in two irregular rows, those only which were the furthest away being invisible. All were dark and silent excepting one. He noticed the gleam of li

was, he was so angered he could not sleep; he had tossed about until his rage became ungovernable, when he told his frau that he was going over to the widow Carleton's to chastise the rascally redskin that had dare

y awaited the approach of the irate man. The latter stamped forwa

-he talks to me-he calls me a rascal u

section of the gloom itself, and advancing straight toward him. It was the execrated young Indian, grasping his

b, his knees shaking and his staff droppi

odd quirps and pains developed themselves here and there in his frame, because of the unusual and violent exercise to which he subjected himself; but he kept forward, believing it was his only hope. Fortunately the run was b

k back in place. He had accomplished all he wished, and was satisfied. His old shadowy smile lingered on

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