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Title: The Daughter of the Chieftain
The Story of an Indian Girl

Author: Edward S. Ellis

Release Date: February, 2005 [EBook #7493]
Posting Date: July 31, 2009

Language: English

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THE DAUGHTER OF THE CHIEFTAIN

THE STORY OF AN INDIAN GIRL

By Edward S. Ellis.

CHAPTER ONE: OMAS, ALICE, AND LINNA

I don't suppose there is any use in trying to find out when the game of
"Jack Stones" was first played. No one can tell. It certainly is a good
many hundred years old.

All boys and girls know how to play it. There is the little rubber ball,
which you toss in the air, catch up one of the odd iron prongs, without
touching another, and while the ball is aloft; then you do the same
with another, and again with another, until none is left. After that
you seize a couple at a time, until all have been used; then three, and
four, and so on, with other variations, to the end of the game.

Doubtless your fathers and mothers, if they watch you during the
progress of the play, will think it easy and simple. If they do,
persuade them to try it. You will soon laugh at their failure.

Now, when we older folks were young like you, we did not have the
regular, scraggly bits of iron and dainty rubber ball. We played with
pieces of stones. I suspect more deftness was needed in handling them
than in using the new fashioned pieces. Certainly, in trials than I can
remember, I never played the game through without a break; but then
I was never half so handy as you are at such things: that, no doubt,
accounts for it.

Well, a good many years ago, before any of your fathers or mothers were
born, a little girl named Alice Ripley sat near her home playing "Jack
Stones." It was the first of July, 1778, and although her house was made
of logs, had no carpets or stove, but a big fireplace, where all the
food was made ready for eating, yet no sweeter or happier girl can be
found today, if you spend weeks in searching for her. Nor can you come
upon a more lo