. St. Nicholas [serial] . n flew to the door. It was such a won-derful sight to see these wild creatures approach-ing, Mrs. Allen was determined not to miss it. Oh, such a fearful din and noise away offover the hills! Drums beating, Indians yell-ing, old squaws moaning and groaning. Sucha pandemonium you never heard. Mrs. Allenshaded her eyes with her hand and listened. 1902.] THE LITTLE COLONEL. IOI7 She was soon joined by all the other fort-people,and they waited breathless. Over the hillsthey came, hundreds and hundreds, on horse-back and on foot, just as if all the evil spiritswe sometimes
. St. Nicholas [serial] . n flew to the door. It was such a won-derful sight to see these wild creatures approach-ing, Mrs. Allen was determined not to miss it. Oh, such a fearful din and noise away offover the hills! Drums beating, Indians yell-ing, old squaws moaning and groaning. Sucha pandemonium you never heard. Mrs. Allenshaded her eyes with her hand and listened. 1902.] THE LITTLE COLONEL. IOI7 She was soon joined by all the other fort-people,and they waited breathless. Over the hillsthey came, hundreds and hundreds, on horse-back and on foot, just as if all the evil spiritswe sometimes hear about had broken loosefrom somewhere. Nearer and nearer, louderand louder, that terrible war-whoop all the feathers stuck in every way; the well-cared-for papoose babies in their strange cradles ontheir mothers backs. It was a weird picture. The fort-ladies began to feel afraid; butthey looked round, and saw the soldiers hadbeen ordered out, fully armed, as soon as theIndians entered the fort, for fear, in the midst. colonel allen sent corporal knox to reconnoiter. (see page 1019.) time. You could see them distinctly: the big chiefs on ponies were all in war-paint,with yellow, red, and green faces, hair braidedwith strips of flannel, big elk-horn rings in rowsaround their necks; the ponies painted withmany colors and loaded with war-trophies;the squaws, young and old, in blankets or cal-ico skirts, faces all painted, hair cut short andVol. XXIX.—128-129. of the war-dance, they might suddenly decideto have a real, true battle, and then the poorsoldiers would have been massacred—indeed,every one — if they had not been ready at a wordof command for any emergency. Now theyare right in front of Mrs. Allens house, and thedancing begins. A big chief rides out, and,waving his tomahawk in air, tears round and ioi8 THE LITTLE COLONEL. [Sept. round as if killing his enemies, singing in a shrillvoice of battles won and scalps taken ; others onfoot approach and dance and sing; t
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