s when he walks,
which an Indian never does; his gun I know to be short by the mark
which the muzzle made by rubbing the bark of the tree on which it
leaned; that his dog is small, I know by his tracks; and that he has
a bob-tail I discovered by the mark of it in the dust where he was
sitting at the time his master was taking down the meat."

INDIAN STRATAGEM.

In one of the frequent wars among the different tribes of Indians, a
Pequot was pursued by a Naraganset Indian. The Pequot skulked behind a
rock, and raising his hat on his gun, held it up just above the rock,
so that the hat alone was visible on the other side.

The Narraganset, who was at some distance, perceiving the hat, and
supposing of course that the head of the Pequot was in it, crept softly
up within a few feet and fired. But directly he had the mortification to
find that he had thrown away his powder. The Pequot's gun was still
loaded, and he discharged it to effect upon the poor Narraganset.

[Illustration: Oregon Indians.]

RED JACKET.

It happened, during the Revolutionary war, that a treaty was held with
the Indians, at which Lafayette was present. The object was to unite the
various tribes in amity with America. The majority of the chiefs were
friendly, but there was much opposition made to it, more especially by a
young warrior, who declared that when an alliance was entered into with
America, he should consider the sun of his country as set forever. In
his travels through the Indian country, when lately in America, it
happened at a large assemblage of chiefs that Lafayette referred to the
treaty in question, and turning to Red Jacket, said, "Pray, tell me, if
you can, what has become of that daring youth, who so decidedly opposed
all our propositions for peace and amity? Does he still live--and what
is his condition?" "I myself am the man," replied Red Jacket, "the
decided enemy of the Americans as long as the hope of opposing them with
success remained, but now their true and faithful ally until death."

[Illustration: Red Jacket Chief.]

INDIAN SHREWDNESS.

When General Lincoln went to make peace with the Creek Indians, one of
the chiefs asked him to sit down on a log. He was then desired to
move, and in a few minutes to move still further. The request was
repeated until the general got to the end of the log. The Indian still
said, "Move further," to which the general replied, "I can move no
further." "Just so