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TASTORY OF YOUNCilLUNOIS-
Br MART BASTWXU. CATBERWOOD ..
; afternoons, under wn'lca Peggy hid her
! outgrown lesson book . for Antywlne.
Whatever direction his day's hunt led
him, he made a detour to arrive at the
etone, and if he arrived first, sat down
to study. If Peggy, carrying her dinner
reticule home from school, reached
it first, she waited.
They sat and held their book to
gether. English spelling ' provoked
Canadian exclamations; but he had
to spur him not only Peggy, but the
powerful example of Sieur Abe Lin
coln, studying every spare minute.
Antywine knew where the best swim
ming places were In the Sangamon.
Sometimes he came to his lesson, his
blond hair separated into dark clinging
tendrils, which, as they dried, became
a powder of gold-dust curls around his
face and temples. If Peggy could not
keep her fingers from touching this
THEY SAT AND HELD THE BOOK
TOGETHER.
fleece, Antywlne pretended he did not
know it. His hands and shoulders
worked as hard as his mind. With
shrugs and gesticulating fingers he
Jlung English spelling all, around.
When he encountered a terrific word he
would throw down his book and jump
on It. But 1 Antywine's moccasins
"were light; he did not damage the
learning under his feet. ' His rages
were rages of laughter. Whatever he
did so delighted Peggy that she said:
"It makes me almost laugh out in
school to think how you dance on your
speller!"
As month followed month and Pe
dro Lorimer neither showed himself
again in New Salem nor made any
other attempt to kidnap the Indian's
adopted daughter, her guardian's anx
iety relaxed to ease. He thought:
"These white men In this vilalge are
my friends; they will take my part.
The young chief Abe is as strong
as three Pedro Lorimers, and his hand
is with me."
Every Sunday Mahala Cameron's
father preached in the schoolhouse, and
nearly all the people, whether they ac
cepted the Cumberland Presbyterian
creed or not, went to the service. Wild
plum groves made bouquets of snow
on the prairies. The woods were full
of flowers, having such fragrance as
breaks only from old loam. All the
trees, from the rich green of the pe
can to the delicate and slowly deepen
ing maple gave out their foliage to
the sun. The Judas tree burst out like
flame in the forest. 1
Happy boys were seen coming home
from the river of evenings with strings
of croppies, bass, and pike. Half-yearly
muster day came, when the local mi
litia stepped out in awkward sqauds
and practiced such military tactics as
the leader knew to the squeak of a
fife and the thump of a drum. Anty
wine put himself among the boys. He
liked life and movement. But Shick
shack stood and looked gloomily on.
He knew that his own people, the Sacs,
were being crowded in their reserva
tion, and this play of war might some
time become reality. Whisky was plen
tiful of muster days. Antywine no
ticed that Lincoln did not touch it.
Having considered the height and
strength of Sieur Abe, he also spat out
of his mouth a taste of fiery stuff
pushed between his lips by a Grove
boy. and decided that he would fight
rather than be forced to drink.
Slicky Green and Ann Rutledge's
brother were home, working in their
fathers' fields. Young Yates was seen
at intervals during the summer. The
boys and girls of New Salem found a
world of material for their own happi
ness. There were quiltings, where the
older women labored in the afternoon
and young men and women came to
evening games.
Peggy Shickshack stood outside of
such festivities, and so did Antywine,
because the singular mother of their
household had no fellowship, with the
mother of any other household. For
all the villagers began to look kindly
at the unfolding womanliness of the
lame Spaniard, the blond head of An
tywine, and the good old Indian who
loved white men.
But the festival that Peggy liked best
rind was not left out of, was blackber
rying. The girls rose at dawn and put
on their worst clothes, meeting by ap
t .cintr-ier.t at the tavern witL Lioi-.ci
on their arma . Tber did not speak
loud. The dust in the road took the
prints of their feet like ashes. The
whole - sweet-smelling world was
drenched in dew, and as they brushed
down the ravine across the woods be
yond, , they were 1 baptized - by every
bush. Then their tongues ' were
loosened, and they sang and told
stories. Sometimes they pretended- to
see wolves sneaking to cover, but this
merely for the pleasure of frightening
themselves. It was the loveliest pilgri
mage ever invented. There was peril
in it too, f of in the wooded field of
wild brambles the thick-mottled rattlesnake,-
or objects resembling him,
caused many a start and shriek.
Once little Jane Rutledge got a fat
grasshopper down her back, and yelled
for deliverance from "a snake! a
snake!"
"Oh, run home, Jane! Run home,
quick!" cried Mahala Cameron."
But Ann tore the child's clothing
open and freed the grasshopper, cling
ing with all his feet to the tender white
back; end they all laughed at Mahala,
who would have sent her three miles
for help. '
Sometimes the girls swam grass to
their waists, as in a sea of dew, Peggy
dividing her way with her crutch. The
rising sun showed glittering in the
brambles, blackberries and luscious
dewberries half as long as one's thumb,
melting ripe to keep that very morn
ing's appointment. To go blackberry
ing late in the day was not to go black
berrying at all, but to a hot and weary
search of rifled fields.
When the party trailed homeward
with heaped baskets they could see
along the ridge of the Sangamon
tents and camps of farmers who had
come long distances to mill. Each man
was obliged to wait his turn to haye
his grain ground.' It was like a fair.
Quoit pitching, wrestling matches,
races and trading filled up the idle time.
Insensibly the season changed.. Su
mac leaves began to burn around scar
let fruit veiled in white, the oaks were
faintly tinted, and the first September
days had come. .
Antywine's reading lessons at the
stone ended, for Lincoln was taking
up surveying and going out to distant
parts of the country, and Antywine was
to go with him as his chain-bearer.
"I put the book in my bundle," said
the Canadian while he and Peggy were
bidding each other farewell at the
stone. "Sieur. Abe will help me."
Peggy's hand and feet became cold.
She felt as if autumn were driving the
the blood back upon her heart.
"Viane Rutledge told at school .the
other day that you are the best-looking
young man in New Salem." .
Antywine expanded with satisfac
tion. He always carried his chin up,
so that people called him high
headed. "I am tall."
"Don't you think Viane Rutledge Is
a pretty girl, Antywine?
"Yes."
"She's the prettiest girl that goes to
school, isn't she?"
"Yes."
- Tears sprang into Peggy's eyes; she
winked them back, ashamed of being
grieved.
I "But Viane Rutledge is not a good
reader," she honestly declared. "
j "Me, I am not a good reader, either,"
observed Antywlne.
1 "You don't want to put yourself
alongside of Viane Rutledge as a poor
reader," spoke Peggy, sharply "do
you?"
j "I don't know," returned Antywlne,
with a teasing winsomeness specially
bis own. He smiled on the landscape
and lifted his chin higher, a look of
concern replacing the smile.
"Why you cry, sweetheart?"
j "My foot's tired," said Peggy, drying
ber tears.
i "You been trying to walk without
the crutch?"
"A little."
"Then I carry you up to the house'
"I don't want you to. If Mahala
Cameron's brother was here he could
help you make a saddle and carry me.
He takes hold of hands with one of
the Clary boys, and they lift me up
on the saddle and run with me when
we play Indjan."
I "He have no business!" exclaimed
Antywine, full of Indignation. "They
will fall and hurt you!"
"O, no, they won't. He is a nice boy,
and has such red cheeks."
j "Me, if I have those red cheeks I
Btrip the skin off my face!" said Anty
jwine, disgusted. "You like those red
cheeks, eh?"
"Well, I think they are about as
pretty as Viane Rutledge." .
"Viane Rutledge," spoke Antywine,
sincerely, "she not have that charm
like you, and those manners."
"Do you think I am learning man
ners?" "You have improve every day."
"Antywine, I've got the best apple
In my pockei! Don't you want a bite
of itr
"Did those Cameron boy give you
that apple?"
"No.,?
"You have it, then, from that Grove
feller, who is behaved so bad the
master whip him?"
"No. Mahala gave It to me."
"Then I will take some bite."
Peggy drew forth the apple and they
ate it together, feeling that their differ
ences were reconciled. It was their
parting meal, for food eaten at Sally's
board had no such taste as this.
Shickshack said nothing about Anty
wine's, first " serious, , undertaking of
civilized work. c The boy until that
time' had been nothing but a hunter.
Perhaps the Indian pondered on the
white man's Influence. He set himself
to bring in plenty of venison to dry
for winter, and an abundance of buck
skin to tan. His cabin was as good as
any In New Salem.
Shickshack held land In his reserva
tion, as all his tribe held it, without
cultivating or improving an acre except
patches of maize and pumpkins. Ha
could not understand the white man's
greed for real estate when the prairies
were so free to all The product of his
labor consisted of peltries. These he
exchanged for the necessaries of simple
Hying. ' -
Shickshack was not unmindful of
the change in his adopted child. He
uge,d to watch her silently. When she
brought him the first pair of stockings
made by her hand he sat and smoothed
them across his buckskin knee. They
were useless to him as a covering, for
he could not enjoy the freedom of his
ankles in anything but hunter's neips.
Before the weather grew cold he gave
Peggy a roll of heavy dark red linsey
cloth instead of the usual tanned deer
skins. Ann Rutledge helped her cut
and make the dress. He had the satis
faction of seeing her warmly clad, in
short-waisted gown with bag sleeves
and a thick cape and hood lined with
dull yellow flannel which Ann had
saved among her stores.
As autumn days drew close to the
margin of winter, the big boys, relieved
of labor that they owed to their parents
every working season until they were
21 years old, came to Minter Grayham's
school. Though willing to make them
selves useful carrying in logs for the
fireplace, they were full of frolic as
colts. They stirred up the school until
Minter Grayfiam in despair made a
new law and announced that he would
listen to no more complaints of wad
throwing, fistcufflng, and fighting, un
less the complainant could show that
blood bad been drawn. Then the boys
were gloriously happy. The sallow
young schoolmaster, writing copies at
his desk,' would suddenly hear through
the drone of study:
"Master, Viane Rutledge looked at
me and drew blood!"
"Master, Nancy Green's eyes are
drawing blood on me this minute!"
- In November there was a haze over
the landscape like bloom on grapes.
Indian summer lingered. , Settlers had
not then learned the Mississippi val
ley's sudden and bitter changes of cli
mate. Lincoln and Antywine were still ab
sent early in December, when Shick
shack waited one evening behind
Minter Grayham's schoolhouse for
Peggy to come out. A jet of boys and
girls seemed to spout forth, racing
down to Rock Creek. They could
almost smell their supper Johnny cakes
across the ravine. Peggy was hopping
briskly ' in the joyful midst of her
schoolmates, when she saw her foster
father beckoning her at the foot
of the bluff. She followed him.
Shickshack led her where there was
no path through ascending woods,
parting naked bushes for her, and help
ing her over fallen logs which had be
come almost a powder of flakes covered
with moss.
"Where are we going?" she inquired
more than once.
But Shickshaok made no reply until
he had put a loop of deerskin around
him over his blanket, and lifted Peggy
on his back in this portable hammock.
She was learning to use her lame leg
with a stoical determination which the
New Salem doctor encouraged. Though
never without her crutch, she oftener
carried than leaned on it. Shickshack
was evidently undertaking a journey,
and she looked anxiously through the
woods as some flakes of snow melted
on her face, and up at the void peopled
as by winged white insects.
"Father," said Peggy in the Sac
language, "where are you taking me?"
"To the young chief Yates," he
answered in English, trudging across
the ridge, sure-footed and muscular.
"But he lives far away and I won't
go! What will Antywine and Mr. Lin
coln say when they come home?"
"Antywine and the chief Abe on the
survey trail. They not here to stop
Pedro Lorimer. He get you this time."
"Has he come back again?"
Shickshack grunted. "At the -Grove
two, four days. He tell the young
braves Black Hawk is on the war path.
Drive out old Indian! Burn his wig
wam! Old Indian help Black Hawk.
Me not need totem signs to find out
what he want. He say old Indian have
no business to keep white girl."
"But, father, you cannot carry me
so far!" Peggy strongly revolted. She
wept, shivering against his back. He
descended toward a darkened plain
without heeding her arguments against
his course, except to assure her he in
tended to hire a horse ' at the first
cabin.
The sloughs were frozen, and frost
blackened grass crisped under his feet.
Nowhere could any farmhouse light
be seen, and the gentle flicker-like
insect wings had become a driving
storm of snow. Shickshack found the
road stretching southwest toward Jack
sonville, and plodded steadily along.
Jogging through an immensity of night
and cold and drifting whiteness, Peggy
ceased to beg that he would let her
walk, and lapsed into such drowsiness
that he was obliged to shake her when
he set her down. Bythis time the chill
windrows were nearly to his knees.
Unsheltered by bis body, she felt the
dry spume spinning in her face. '
"Me have to put you in the log to
night," said Shickshack., "Snow too
bad to go farther."
Every new Salemite had heard of or
seen the huge hollow log strangely
left upon the prairie beside that road.
Once Slicky Green and another boy,
belated on a bitter night while search
ing for lost cattle, had driven wild hog3
out of it, and saved their ovra lives
in Its roomy hollow. It loomed a white
-ridge, higher than Peggj's head, its
black opening already banked ' with
drift. Shickshack crawled in with his
knife unsheathed. A yelping, snarling
struggle was muffled' by the log, until
something dark leaped past Peggy; and
-ran across the snow. i- t "
. .... "Wolf," observed the Sac "Him not
like to leave him good bed."
Reluctantly" In spite of the cold,
Peggy crawled past him into the deep
shelter, dragging her crutch. Har hand
touched something furry, and greem
eyes shot flame at her." Shickshack
hauled a cub from its cushion of rotten
wod and threw it out after Its Botr.
Peggy -was so drowsy that she re
membered 'nothing further of . the
SHICKSHACK CRAWLED IN WITH
HIS KNIFE UNSHEATHED.
night, except some noises at the open
end of the log.
When she awoke it was' light enough
to see overhead the ridged vault of
her wooden cavern. The snow cast
In a pallid illumination. She sat up
and called Shickshack. He remained
in a rigid attitude, with his back to
her, and his legs extending out under
a white iapfuL His arm was hard as
marble in her hand when she touched
him. and he did not turn his head. '
"Father!" she screamed. "Father!"
CHAPTER V.
The-od Sac, who bad guarded her
rooftree, whether cabin or wigwam,
every night of her remembrance, sat
upright, holding his knife, on which
frozen blood was crystallized. . Two or
three dead wolves lay outside the log
on the snow. But not one of them
was frozen stiller than the Indian,
who, after his own fashion, had given
life itself for the safety of his adopted
child.
Peggy would not believe he was
dead. She clung to his old shoulders,
and screamed to rouse him. The Sac,
who loved white men, and had never
failed to answer the appeal of his white
child, silently blocked the entrance of
the log. His eyebrows were hoar frost,
and the dark ruddiness of his face and
neck seemed crusted with rough silver.
Peggy's wild crying might have re
sounded long In the hollow log, and
brought no person to help her. For
all around was the vast prairie stretch
ing from horizon to horizon, a glara
of whiteness unpierced by the smoke of
a single fire. But two figures toiled
toward New Salem through the early
cold, wading with effort, and finally
making for the hummock in which they
recognized the submerged log. Lincoln
and his chain-bearer encountered
the frozen Indian and the crying girl
as they stooped to enter and warm
themselves.
High as drifts were piled in New
Salem streets, for this was the winter
known long afterward as "the winter
of the deep snow," people gathered
hastily through the unabated storm
when word went around that Shick
shack bad been brought in frozen to
death. Lincoln and Antywine, in silent
agreement, stopped the ox sled they
had borrowed, at the door of Rutledge's
tavern. Neither said, "Let us take
him to his own cabin." In death, at
least, he should escape from the en
vironment which Sally made, and be
publicly honored.
Antywine went directly to earry the
news to the widow, and Sally heard it,
making a clicking sound of disapproval
with her tongue.
She knocked the ashes out of her
cob pipe, partly on the hearth and
partly in the dinner pot, which hung
from the crane. ,
"Now don't that beat ye! Gone and
froze hisself to death the first big snow
and New Salem seven miles from a
bury in' ground! He always was the
most ill-convenient old In'jan! Took
him to the tavern, did ye?"
"Yes," replied Antywine, without
apology.
"Well, keep him there. I'll come to
the funeral. Funerals is no novelty
to me, buryin' men as often as I have."
Neighbors talked in whispers around
the dignified figure stretched on a
white-covered board under a canopy
of sheets. But Antywine and Lincoln
had themselves washed it, and dressed
it in the Sac's best buckskins. They
found girded around the waist a heavy
belt of rattlesnake skin.
"This is the snakeskin of money be
longing to Peggy thaft ' he told me
about," Lincoln said to Antywine. "He
must have taken it out of its hiding
place before he started to find Dick
Yates. What shall we do with it?"
"Put it on, Sieur Abe, to wear for j
her, as Shickshack diay
"They say snakeskin in the hat is
good for the headache; but I . donX
think I could bear it rubbing against
my naked hide. This belt is nearer
your size, Antywine."
"Me, I am a boy, Sieur Aba. Shick
shack put his trust in you. He tell
you I Era a squaw!"
"I reckon he changed his opinion.
He only struck out to find Dick ' be
cause we were away. But. yoa're'a
little nearer- than nearest ot tan to.
Peggy, so if you say I'm to undertake
the thing, I'll try-it . And if Mother
Eve is too strong in me to stand the
snake next to me I'll manage it some
other way." - - :
Lincoln and Antywine also helped
the cooper make Shickshack's coffin,
for neighbor was then obliged to de
send upon naitfkber tor such a service.
No fee was ever charged, though if
one was offered it had to be accepted.
Religion did little to soften the grim
ness of death la Asm early days. The
unpainted coffin stood - on. two chairs
in the largest room of the tavern, and
Mahala Cameron's father, hymn book
in hand, placed himself behind it as
behind an - intrenchment, whence he
could launch warnings on the un
certainty of life. His father, called old
Daddy Cameron, a tremulous and
toothless creature, who encountered age
as a disease rather than a transition,
sat by, sighing, as if to illustrate the
unpleasantness of life's certainty.
Such funeral rites as . New Salem
afforded were held in the early fore
noon, because snow continued to fall,
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one of the best papers from the great South, T. W.
gLOO; 2.05. '
"Dairy Fortunes," a neat, well written book of
204 pages on all Questions concerninar rtiinrino-
I feeds and feeding, the constituent properties of all
i kinds of feed; 39 combinations forming welf
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should have it. Price with the Corvallis Gazers
one year, $2.60.
YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TAKING
When you take Grove's Tasteless Chill ToUic
because the formula is plainly printed on every
bottle showing that it is simply Iron and Qui
nine put in tasteless form. Ho Cure, No Pay. 3
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