"I think you might tell me some news that I should like to hear, Chippewa, if you was so minded." "Why you stay here, eh?" demanded the Indian, abruptly. "Got plenty honey bess go home, now. Always bess go home, when hunt up. Home good place, when hunter well tired." "My home is here, in the Openings, Pigeonswing.

Dem Pottawattamie his friend when dey come to meet ole chief, no find him; but find Pigeonwing; got me when tired and 'sleep; got Elkfoot scalp wid me sorry for dat know scalp by scalp-lock, which had gray hair, and some mark. So put me in canoe, and meant to take Chippewa to Chicago to torture him but too much wind. So, when meet friend in t'odder canoe, come back here to wait little while."

Donohue, of the 18th, while out in command of a foraging party, on the road leading to Chippewa, came up with the enemy's scouts, who fled at his approach. Later in the afternoon, Col. Hoy was sent with one hundred men in the same road. He also came up with some scouts about six miles from camp. Here he was ordered to halt.

That evening the eve of the fatal fight at Chippewa Captain Villiers snatched an hour to pay a farewell visit to The Holms, as had become his habit when ordered on active service. He seemed strangely distraught in manner, at times relapsing for several minutes into absolute silence. Before taking his leave, he asked Kate to walk with him on the river bank in the late summer sunset.

If we can really rely on these two Injins, all may be well; for Peter has brought us to an admirable cover, and he says that the Chippewa prepared it." The young husband and his wife now landed, and began to examine more particularly into the state of the swamp, near their place of concealment.

His death deprived the Ottawa and Chippewa Indians of a wise counselor and adviser, one of their own native countrymen; but it seems that it would be impossible for the American people in this Christian land to make such a wicked conspiracy against this poor son of the forest who had become as wise as any of them and a great statesman for his country.

Peter went with the bee-hunter and Margery, while the Chippewa took a seat and a paddle in the canoe of Gershom. This change was made in order to put a double power in each canoe, since it was possible that downright speed might become the only means of safety. The wind still stood at the westward, and the rate of sailing was rapid.

Scott, though of Chippewa blood, had been captured when a boy by the Sioux and, adopted into the tribe, had lived with them for years. He knew the mountains better than any man that served Stanley, and the latter trusted him implicitly nor was the confidence ever betrayed.

"Chief talk to young men," said the Chippewa "all chief talk to young men tell him dat Pigeonswing must get off in canoe don't see canoe, nudder but, muss be canoe, else he swim. T'ink more than one Injin here don't know, dough maybe, maybe not can't tell, till see trail, morrow morning " "Well, well; but what does he tell his young men to DO?" demanded the bee-hunter, impatiently.

Buzz caught words about bravery, and Chippewa's pride, and he was fussed to death, and glad when the train pulled in at the Chippewa station. But there the commotion was worse than ever. There was a band, playing away like mad. Buzz's great hands grown very white, were fidgeting at his uniform buttons, and at the stripe on his sleeve, and the medal on his breast.