Laddie . e wanted to trade berries for were berries everywhere for the picking; I hadmore dried than I could use in two years. We plantedonly a little patch of wheat and father had to ride threedays to carry to mill what he could take on a horse. Ibaked in an outoven and when it was done, a loaf of whitebread was by far the most precious thing we had to I was caught, and forced to let it go. OftenI baked during the night and hid the bread in the wheatat the barn. There was none in the cabin that day and Isaid so. She didnt believe me. She set her papoose onthe floor b
Laddie . e wanted to trade berries for were berries everywhere for the picking; I hadmore dried than I could use in two years. We plantedonly a little patch of wheat and father had to ride threedays to carry to mill what he could take on a horse. Ibaked in an outoven and when it was done, a loaf of whitebread was by far the most precious thing we had to I was caught, and forced to let it go. OftenI baked during the night and hid the bread in the wheatat the barn. There was none in the cabin that day and Isaid so. She didnt believe me. She set her papoose onthe floor beside the fireplace, and went to the wasnt a crumb there except cornbread, and shedidnt want that. She said: Brod! Brod! She learned that from the Germans in the shook my head. Then she pulled out a big steel huntingknife, such as the whites traded to the Indians so theywould have no trouble in scalping us neatly, and walkedto the cradle. She took that knife loosely between her. There was only one thing to do and I did it THE HORN OF THE HUNTER 345 thumb and second finger and holding it directly abovemy babys face, she swung it lightly back and forth anddemanded: Brod! Brod! If the knife fell, it would go straight through my babyslead, and Elizabeth was reaching her little hands andlaughing. There was only one thing to do, and I did caught that red-hot poker from the fire, and stuck it solose her babys face, that the papoose drew back andwhimpered. I scarcely saw how she snatched it up andleft. When your father came, I told him, and we didntknow what to do. We knew she would come back andbring her band. If we were not there, they would burnthe cabin, ruin our crops, kill our stock, take everythingwe had, and we couldnt travel so far, or so fast, that ontheir ponies they couldnt overtake us. We endangeredanyone with whom we sought refuge, so we gripped hands,knelt down and told the Lord all about it, and we feltthe answer was to stay. Father clea
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