Old settler stories . adelamp, which was made by placing a twistedflannel strip in a saucer of oil. 112 OLD SETTLER STORIES It was while the men were building a railfence that the first hint of trouble of the timber, without warning, rodea group of Indian braves. They were notin war paint, but they were plainly leader was Machina, the chief of theKickapoos. Dressed in his scarlet blanket,he strode up to the white men, the same time he threw a handful ofmaple leaves into the air. What does he cried Mrs. Hol-llngsworth In terror. Her husbands face was gra
Old settler stories . adelamp, which was made by placing a twistedflannel strip in a saucer of oil. 112 OLD SETTLER STORIES It was while the men were building a railfence that the first hint of trouble of the timber, without warning, rodea group of Indian braves. They were notin war paint, but they were plainly leader was Machina, the chief of theKickapoos. Dressed in his scarlet blanket,he strode up to the white men, the same time he threw a handful ofmaple leaves into the air. What does he cried Mrs. Hol-llngsworth In terror. Her husbands face was grave as he an-swered. He is jealous because we havecome here. He says that we must go tothe other side of the river before the leavesfall, or the Kickapoos will kill all the boota-nas (white men). Still muttering, Machina and his stal-wart braves went back into the forest. Then what anxious days for the pioneers !There was not a house between them andChicago, one hundred and fifty miles away. A CHRISTMAS OF LONG AGO 113. He Threw a Handful of Maple Leaves into the Air. 114 OLD SETTLER STORIES They must depend upon themselves in caseof attack. The men seldom went far fromthe cabin, and they taught Mrs. Holllngs-worth how to handle a shotgun. The matterwas reported to the Indian agent thirty milesto the south, and he said that, although thechief had signed a treaty giving up thelands to the whites, he had refused to abideby it. He had been too ill to treat withthe men himself, and had sent his son, whohad signed the articles giving up the the Indian agent told Machina this,the chief said, My heart did not gowith it. We cannot leave, said Mr. Hollings-worth. We cant start back at this timeof the year. And if we crossed the Sanga-mon, we wouldnt be any safer, probably. So the days wore on. In the late fall,fifteen Indians, carrying a deer which theyhad killed, camped in front of the littlehouse. Mrs. Hollingsworth was at firstcrazed with fright. She rushed out of the A CHRI
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