. Stories of pioneer life, for young readers;. get the wagonacross was to take it to pieces and carry it overin a skiff, part at a time. The ferryman was a white man who had livedmost of his life among the Indians, having beencaptured by them when a child. He dressed likethem, and wore rings in his nose and ears. Hespoke their language and lived in a hut withouttable, bed, or chair. II. As we went on our journey, we had to cutaway the trees so that the wagon could getthrough. At night some of the men watched,while the others slept. We felt very thankfuleach morning to find ourselves still safe
. Stories of pioneer life, for young readers;. get the wagonacross was to take it to pieces and carry it overin a skiff, part at a time. The ferryman was a white man who had livedmost of his life among the Indians, having beencaptured by them when a child. He dressed likethem, and wore rings in his nose and ears. Hespoke their language and lived in a hut withouttable, bed, or chair. II. As we went on our journey, we had to cutaway the trees so that the wagon could getthrough. At night some of the men watched,while the others slept. We felt very thankfuleach morning to find ourselves still safe from theIndians. In about three weeks we reached the newhome. Here for the first time I saw a realIndian. I had gone to the river with the team- A Story of Early Times. 97 ster to help water the horses, and had beenstopped by a stranger to answer a few teamster had gone back to the wagon. Istarted to follow when suddenly I met a bigInjun. I did not stop to ask him any questions or totell him how warlike he looked. I made about. I DID NOT LOOK BACK. as quick time to the wagon as possible. I didnot look back to see what became of the Indian. A friend in this new town to which we hadcome, offered at first to share his cabin with us,till we could build one of our own. Then hethought of a still better plan for us. A man who had raised and covered a cabinhad gone back for his family. He had cut nodoor or window or place for a chimney. Still 98 Stcries of Pioneer Life. our friend thought we might use the cabin untilwe could build one. My father did not wish to cut places for thedoor and window, fearing he might not put themwhere the owner wished. So he pried up twocorners of the cabin and took out the third logfrom the bottom so that we could climb in andout. My grandmother was a very short, stout oldlady, and it caused a great deal of fun to see herclimb in and out of this cabin. No one enjoyedthe fun more than the dear old lady herself. A few boards were taken from th
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