so large a
scale as this.

The Indians had decided to hold a revel, in which nearly all the men
were to drink fire-water until they could take no more.

Even these savages knew the horrible consequences of parting with their
wits in this manner. Before the drinking commenced, they appointed a few
able-bodied Indians who were to remain sober and take care of the rest.
They then deprived themselves of all their dangerous weapons--tomahawks,
clubs, guns, arrows, and knives, and prepared for their fearful riot.

The scene that followed need not be described.

Soon the confusion became fearful. The few sober chiefs were constantly
risking their lives in their efforts to prevent mischief. Squaws were
screaming, and frightened children were hiding in every direction.

Tom, who was half forgotten in the general excitement, saw Po-no-kah
whisper hurriedly to one of the women. In a moment she caught Rudolph
and Kitty by their hands and stole cautiously with them into the forest.
Tom's suspicions were aroused. He started up only to feel a strong arm
force him back to the log upon which he had been seated.

"No move!" muttered a voice, close by his ear. "Soon come.--Be very
drunk."

In a few moments, while the tumult and uproar were at their height, Tom
saw Po-no-kah reeling toward the forest.

Wondering what the fellow meant to do, yet filled with a wild hope, Tom
watched his chance, staggered past the rioters, and managed to follow
the warrior by another path, without creating any suspicion.

When, at last, they met, Po-no-kah had Rudolph and Kitty in his arms,
and, staggering no more, was hurrying through the forest, armed with
bow, quiver, and traveling pouch. The astonished prisoner, after taking
Kitty from his companion's arms, followed him in silence. Not for hours
did Po-no-kah look back or speak, and then it was but to say a few
broken words:

"Po-no-kah was hungry. The father of the little pale-faces fed him.
Po-no-kah no snake--he remember--Po-no-kah take 'em home."

[Footnote 4: Brandy, rum, and all alcoholic liquors.]

XII.

SHOWING HOW THE BAG OF POTATOES CAME BACK AGAIN.

Farmer Hedden was busily at work in the fields, looking ten years older
than on that sunny day, nearly a year before, when he had shouted a
laughing "good-bye" to Tom and the little ones.

Bessie was trudging alone from school, wondering why the birds sang less
sweetly than they did the May before, and wishing that the nobl