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THE RED STORM
Or the Days of Daniel Boone
By JOEL ROBINSON
CHAPTER XII.
"Arise!" said Star-Light.
Uosaltlie lifted her head languidly.
She had lain in the canoe she knew not
how long. The voice of the Indian girl
recalled her from a state bordering on
unconsciousness. She looked around her
like one dreaming and wondering where
6he was. The birchen vessel touched the
shore.
'Step out," said Star-Light, and Ro
salthe obeyed In silence. The Indian
maiden drew the canoe out of the water
and secreted it among the reeds and
bushes.
That operation being completed, she
motioned to ttosnlthe to follow her and
walked with noiseless and gliding foot
steps into the forest. Star-Light proceed
ed in this manner until our heroine was
nearly exhausted, and could with diffi
culty keep pace with her more practiced
conductress; which the latter perceiving,
went forward more slowly, stopping
often to assist her over rough places.
The way was so dark and lonely that
Rosalthe queried whether a human foot
ever had pressed that soil before, or
whether a human voice ever broke the
stillness of the solemn woods.
They reached an Indian hut or lodge,
and it was a spot so hemmed In by
stupendous forests, that it seemed to Ro
salthe completely hidden from the ob
servation of the living.
The maidens entered the lodge; It was
without an occupant Star-Light point
ed to a couch of skins, and our heroine
was glad to avail herself of the privilege
of resting upon it; while the former kin
dled a fire and made preparations for
cooking a meal.
Rosalthe was aroused from an uneasy
slumber produced by exhaustion, and
food set before her. Of these viands she
partook without hesitation, resolved to
appear as unconcerned and heroic as
possible before her strange companion.
While she was thus employed Star
Light was busily engaged in compound
ing various paints, for what purpose
Rosalthe was at a loss to conceive. When
the latter had ceased eating, and pushed
the food from her, the Indian maiden
approached with the pigments she had
prepared, and the object became appar
ent. Rosalthe drew back in alarm.
"Foolish maiden!" exclaimed Star
Light. "What do you fear? Water will
make these colors disappear. What I
am about to do is necessary to your
safety. I must make you look like one
of my people."
"Swear that you will keep faith 'with
me, and that I shall return in safety to
Boonesborough," said Rosalthe.
"I swear," returned Star-LIght. "By
the Great Spirit."
"Then I submit; do with me as you
will."
"White Cloud is proud," said the In
dian girl, after a pause. "She Is vain
of her beauty; she fears that these col
ors will destroy it, so that Smooth-
Tongue will no longer love her."
"I am ready put it on," replied Ro
salthe, submitting herself patiently to
Star-Light.
The Cherokee girl gazed an Instant at
the handsome features of Rosalthe, and
sighed.
"Star-Light is sad and unhappy," said
our heroine, kindly. "Smooth-Tongue
has made her heart heavy by his deceit.
Let her forget him; he is bad."
"Forget him, that White-Cloud may
remember him!" retorted the Indian
girl, angrily.
"Star-Light is wrong; jealousy and
grief have blinded her eyes. But the
time will come when she will see clear
ly," replied Rosalthe.
The heart of Star-Light seemed to
relent; she commenced laying the colors
upon Rosnlthe's face with no ungentle
nana, while the latter sat uncomnlain
lngly before the blazing fire, that she
might see to complete the novel opera
tion. When this part of the singular
toilet was nnistied, the Indian eirl Dro-
ceeded to unfasten her hair, which was
conttned by a band, and let it fall ntv
restrained over her neck and shonldpra.
In short time Rosalthe's dark tresses
were arranged to suit the fancv of Wn-
sahauza. From a willow basket, in one
corner of the lodge, she produced an
Indian dress, in all respects like her
own.
Our heroine made no objections, but
suffered herself to be attired in the cos
tume of savage life. When the whole
was completed, Star-LIght herself lonkpfl
at her with wonder and admiration; for
uosaitne appeared quite as charmlmr In
her new apparel as in her own legitimate
styie 01 aress.
"Good!" exclaimed Star-LIght, holding
a small mirror before her unresisting
captive. Rosalthe glanced at the image
reneciea, ana coum not repress an In
Voluntary exclamation of astonishment
tv..'ll - e
xuuu.ue juuiuna ot me, now, I'm
sure," she said, with a faint smile.
"If I thought you could Bpeak the
truth, I should not hate you," reloined
Star-LIght, a portion of her former
Sternness returning.
"Let Star-LIght and White-Cloud be
friends," said Uosalthe, In a klndlv tone.
The maiden made no reply, but taking
itosRiuies nanu. ieu ner trom the lodir.
"There Is a village not far from
here," said the former, when thev had
walked a short distance. "You will be
safe there, for you shall dwell In my
lodge, and I am the daughter of pow
erful chief. You must not try to escape,
for that might bring evil upon you,
I will tell our young men that you come
from oar cousins, the WyandoU, on ac
count of a young chief who loved you,
but whom you despised. This tale will
account for your appearance among us
if you follow my directions. Speak to
no one, and leave the rest to me."
CHAPTER XIII.
A walk of half an hour brought the
maidens to the Cherokee village, which
consisted of about twenty lodges, being
only a minor brauch of that once power
ful nation.
Star-Light was passing rapidly anions
the huts, followed by Rosalthe. when a
tall and majestic figure appeared in the
narrow and well-beateu path that wound
In a serpeutiue manner from lodge to
lodge.
"Star-Light has been abroad?" he
said, Inquiringly.
"There Is starlight all above vou."
replied the Indian girl, carelessly.
liut not the Star-LIght that is more
pleasant to Otter-Lifter than the bright
ness of day," returned the Indian.
'The bold chief of the Cherokees will
make me sad," said Star-LIght.
He would not willingly darken the
rays of joy that should continually
stream up irom your heart, and beam
from your eyes," rejoined Otter-Lifter.
lou have not noticed our sister: she
Comes from our cousins, the Wyandots.
sue is called White Cloud."
"The daughters of the Wyandots are
comely," returned Otter-Lifter, giving
Kosaitne a searching glance. "White
Cloud Is welcome; she looks like the sis
ter of Star-Light"
"Otter-Lifter has sharp eyes!" retort
ed Star-LIght, coldly.
'May no cloud larger than that ever
come between Otter-Lifter and Star-
LIght," replied the chief, pointing to
Rosalthe.
"The Cherokee chief Is making love to
my cousin!" exclaimed the Indian girl,
with warmth.
Otter-Lifter turned away with a smile,
and the maidens passed on to the lodge
near the center of the village. The lodge
was a large one, divided Into two com
partments by buffalo skins suspended
from the top, and secured at the bottom
by sticks driven into the earth. In one
place a skin was left to serve the pur
pose of a door, and through which Star-
Light conducted her captive.
"This Is my father's lodge," said the
Indian girl. "He is one of the chiefs.
and Is called Gitshewa, or Strong-Voice,
because his shout is so terrible in battle.
Being a noted man, his lodge is double,
as you see, and this part belongs to me
and Monon. Monon is my sister."
The person last mentioned was seated
on a mat near the fire; and when Star
LIght mentioned her name, she arose
and regarded Rosalthe with as much
curiosity as was In keeping with Indian
stocism, and possibly, a little more.
'"Tis White-Cloud," said Star-Light
Rosalthe seated herself on a mat, and
examined Monon more particularly. She
was younger than her sister, and bore
a striking resemblance to her. She was
fair, but her beauty was of a gentler
cast than Star-Light's; and our heroin
took courage from the fact, and hoped
she would be able to win her friendship.
The three maidens being seated before
the fire, did little else, for a time, than
to throw furtive glances at each other.
Presently Star-LIght and her sister
began to converse in the Indian tongue,
and being somewhat familiar with the
language, Rosalthe soon perceived that
they were talking about a white captive
that one of their war parties of young
men had taken at Harrodsburg. This
riveted her attention, and she listened
with breathless Interest to all that was
said. Her sympathies were more com
pletely enlisted in the subject when she
heard the prisoner was a young girl,
and already condemned to death.
Rosalthe could control her feelings no
longer. She asked why Otter-Lifter, be
ing a humane chief, permitted such cru
elties, to which Star-Light replied that
he had nothing to do with the matter,
the captive having been taken by a
party of young braves, and to retaliate
on the settlers at Harrodsburg for the
loss of one of their number.
"But has not Otter-Lifter or your
father power to save the poor girl?" in
quired Rosalthe.
Star-LIght made no answer, but look
ed steadily at the fire.
"Did, not the Great Spirit Intend that
the pale and red faces should be perpet
ually enemies?" asked Monon.
"No; it Is His will that all men should
be brethren, and dwell together in friend
ship," replied Rosalthe.
"That would be best, It seems to me;
but if it had been the will of the Great
Spirit It would have been so; for his
power Is greater than 'man's," answered
Monon.
"The fate of that unhappy young
woman makes me miserable!" exclaimed
our heroine, and lying down upon the
couch of buffalo skins that had been
spread for her, she vainly endeavored to
rest. The Imperfect slumbers that vis-
lted her at periods were disturbed by
dreamy vagaries. It was about mid
night when she felt a touch upon her
arm. She opened her eyeB with a start,
and beheld Star-Light beside her.
"If you would see the white captive,
arise and follow me," said the Indian
girl.
Rosalthe lost, no time in obeying; she
arose and followed her from the lodge,
while Monon remained sitting by the
fire, without a word being uttered by
either party, they approached the spot
where the unfortunate captive was wait
ing the execution of the sentence which
had been pronounced upon her by hor
Judges.
Two warriors ly extended upon the
ground near the door of the lodge, who
appeared to be sleeping soundly. Star
light paused, evidently somewhat sur
prised at what Blie beheld.
"The Great Spirit favors us," she said
m a low voice. "The warriors are full
of firewater they are drunken."
Star-Light passed on, stepping lightly
within a few Inches of the unconscious
watchers.
Making a cesture for Rosalthe to Im
itate her examnlo, she glided into the
lodge. The prisoner was sitting near a
smoldering fire, her hands and feet tight
ly bound with thongs of doer skin. She
looked up with nn exclamation of aston
ishment. The Instant that ; Rosalthe
caught a glimpse of the sorrowful face
that was turned toward her, she sprang
forward and embraced the doomed maid
en, exclaiming, "Fanny Harrod!"
J-he captive uttered no words or rec
ognition, but gazed at Rosalthe In mute
surprise.
"Minno Monedo!" said Star-LIght, In
suppressed but energetic manner.
What are you doing? Is this a time
to embrace and weep? Come away,
White-Cloud; the Drooplng-Lily does not
know you."
Star-LIght grasped Rosalthe by the
arm and drew her away from the cap
tive; with a knife she had severed the
thongs that bound her limbs, and bade
her stand up. This done, raising her
hand warnlugly, she stepped to the door
and looked a moment at the warriors
before It. Satisfied, evidently, with the
result of her examination, she "returned,
and took Fanny Harrod by the hand,
and led her from the lodge.
The parties stood in the open air, and
beneath the light of an .unclouded moon.
lhe face of Miss Harrod was deadly
pale; her limbs trembled with agitation,
and her heart beat fast with expectation
and fear. She turned her marble visage
toward Star-LIght, or threw wild and
wondering glances at Rosalthe.
The Cherokee girl paused but a mo
ment, and then moved away from the
spot, supporting the trembling form of
Fanny Harrod. They had proceeded per
haps a dozen yards, when a majestic
figure darkened their path, and the face
of Otter-Lifter was looking calmly upon
them. Miss Harrod uttered a faint cry,
and fell fainting into the arms of Star
Light CHAPTER XIV.
Joel Logston reached Boonesborough
much exhausted from the loss of blood;
but he was not so weak as to be un
able to give a very extraordinary ac
count of what had transpired.
The restraint which had been Imposed
upon the Frenchman's actions proved by
no means agreeable. He felt that he
was In danger, and that many of his
plans were I'&ely to fall. He attributed
all his present difficulties to young Nor
wood, and resolved to be fully revenged
upon him. He paced the rough floor of
the block-houne until near midnight, de
vising plaus erf escape and retaliation.
The pioneers were in their cabins,
and the Frenchman was the sole occu
pant of the structure. The door which
opened into vhe inclosure was guarded
by Andrew, who was soon to be relieved
by Exquisite Ebony. That it would be
possible to corrupt the simple black and
escape was an idea that naturally crept
into the mind of Le Bland. The result
of this conception was the following con
versation between the parties.
"Andrew?" said the Frenchman, in a
low voice, putting his mouth to a loop
hole. The honest African was somewhat
comatose at that time; but the sound
Instantly aroused him, and caused him
to look around in alarm. Le Bland re
peated the name.
"Am dat you spokinr said Andrew.
The prisoner answered in the affirms
tive without delay.
"Don't 'dress yerself to me," returned
Andrew, with some loftiness of manner.
The Frenchman gnashed his teeth
with anger, and wished, for the moment,
above all other things, for the privilege
of wringing the negro's neck.
"But, my good Andrew, this mlsfor
tune of mine should not interrupt our
friendship," added the prisoner in a dep
recatine tone.
"Dis chile am berry much fat-i-gued,
and doesn't want to hear no low re
marks." said Andrew, yawning.
"Come, Monsieur Andrew, don't be
hard on a person who has been untortu-
nate."
"Stop dat talkln dar; I'm gwlne to de
compose some poetry. What will rhyme
wird 'skies,' you French feller in dar?"
asked Andrew after a short silence.
"Eyes," replied Le Bland, thinking
that perhaps it would be better to humor
his mood.
"Dar fust line am dis," resumed the
negro, "Dar moon am sailin' in da skies."
"But can't compare wid Dinah's eyes,"
added Le Bland.
"Dat am berry good," quoth Andrew,
much pleased with the lines.
"Listen," continued the Frenchman;
"I'll assist tou to compose some lines on
Dinah's eyes, If you'll just let me out of
this ridiculous place. Poetry is the sure
road to the female heart. Andrew, you
are a poet and a man of feeling.
"Y-e-s. I know dat," said the negro,
highly gratified by the compliment to his
head and heart.
"The fact of the case is, that I am
vilely slandered and villainously tra
duced. It is necessary in order to via
dicate my character, that I should es
cape this block house. Now It seems to
me, that a man of your sensibility must
pity me, more especially when I assure
you that I will giv yu handsome
sum of money for your services."
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"Yes, Andrew i good, hard, silver
pieces."
"Dat alters de clrkumstance. Poke out
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Put the quinces In the preserving ket
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Heat the sugar in- the oven and turn
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Sweet apples are best for pickles,
Pare, core and quarter the fruit. Take
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more, place the fruit In a jar and pour
over all the boiling vinegar that re
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ly covered.
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Prince Potatoes.
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about two Inches long one Inch wide
and half an Inch thick. Have In one
saucer one tablespoonful of melted but
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strips of potatoes first In butter and
then in egg, with a knife lay them In a
hot buttered pan and cook In hot oven
twelve minutes. One egg and one table
spoonful of butter will be enough for
one pint of potatoes.
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