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stunned_, made senseless by a blow on the head_.

meek'ly, _in a gentle manner_.

his'to ry, _what is told of the past; a story_.

tot'ter, _shake as if about to fall_.

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THE STORY OF INDIAN SPRING.

PART II.

"It was as I had feared; we were in danger of an attack from the
Indians.

"Something had happened at the trading-post to provoke them, and rouse
their thirst for blood. But a quiet night passed by and the sun shone
again over the hills in wonderful beauty.

"Suddenly, there sounded from the forest a scream. I had never heard it
before, but I knew it. It was the terrible war-whoop. Then all was
confusion and horror.

"I saw Nanito, an Indian that I knew, who had eaten at our table. I saw
him strike down our father, while Lizzie fought to save him.

"But it was no use, there was no mercy in the heart of the Indian. They
carried Lizzie away from us, and we never saw her again.

"Poor little frightened Mary and I were tied together, our hands
fastened behind us, and we were given, to--whom do you think,
Robbie?--to Red Feather. Then I hated him, and resolved that I would
kill him if I could.

"After a while he took us out of the house, and then I saw that most of
the houses in the little village were burning. The women and children
were saved alive, but nearly all the men were killed.

"I was very quiet, for I wanted my hands untied, and I thought perhaps
Red Feather would pity me and unfasten them.

"Little Mary was frightened nearly to death. She had not spoken since
she saw the Indian strike father down,--when she screamed and fell
senseless.

"For a good while I thought she was dead. She had revived a great deal,
but had not spoken.

"About sundown Red Feather led us down past the spring, out into the
woods, but not far away. We could still see the smoke rising from the
burning houses. The Indians had gone some distance farther and camped
with the white prisoners.

"Red Feather could speak English, so I told him if he would untie my
hands, I would make his fire, and bake his corn cake for him.

"He was old and feeble, and had lost much of his natural cunning. He
knew me, and trusted me; so without speaking, he took his hunting knife
from his belt, cut the cords, and I was free.

"I took the hatchet that he gave me to cut some branches for a fire, and
went to work very meekly, with my head down.

"I dared not speak to Mary, for fea