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edge is a dense clump of high bushes
which' made a perfect hiding place
stood a BOY just a boy of 14 or less!
He was broad-shouldered and very
dark. His eyes were black as night
and his nose straight as a taut string.
He crouched like"a panther and his
while body was stiff with excitement!
It was LITTLE SMOKE, heap big
boy and some day chief, for he was a
grandchild of Rain-all-day.
LUtle Smoke's eyes glittered. He
was naked to the waist. In his belt,
which held up a pair of fringed leg
gings, stuck a bowie-knife. In his
hand swung a bow and arrow.
Little Smoke was looking intently
down stream and seemed to be think
ing hard. . . Pretty soon some dried
leaves crackled. There was the
tramp of horses. Up along the river,
four abreast, rode two companies of
U. S. cavalry scouts in front of
No wonder the Ogalallah boy's
eyes blazed. Were these not the pale
faces whom he had been taught were
his natural and worst enemies?
Were they not traveling straight
toward the CAMP of OGALALLAHS,
And would they not murder or take
into captivity the whole, band of In
dians if' the latter were not warned
So thought Jjittle Smoke. So he
commenced hurriedly and noiselessly
to gather bits bf very dry moss, frag
ments of birchbark and knots of
pitch-pine. Then, taking one look at
the almost perpendicular cliff, under
which he was hiding, this "heap big
Indian boy" made a dash towards its
Bummit, carefully carrying his "pen
and ink," for that .was really what
the moss and pine proved to be to this
clever child of the forest
Selecting a clear spot, Little
Smoke was soon very busy with flint,
steel and tinder.
Very soon a tall pillar of black
.pitch-pine smoke rose into the air.
Little Smoke whipped off his buck
skin leggings and began fanning and
covering4he small blaze alternately.
Now there was a tall shaft of
Then a wavering puff.
Then almost none at all.
He kept up these strange move
ments for several minutes. Sudden
ly he stopped, tossed the embers
apart, stamped out the fire and dis
appeared down the side of the moun
What was the meaning?
Simple enough to the keen old
medicine woman, who stood beside
the tall Ogalallah chief, up the val
ley. It was a BLUE TELEGRAM,, a
LETTER in ttfe AIR. a message
which told her, as plainly as any
written words could have dene, that
the BLUE COATS WERE COMING!
Little Smoke got safely back toliis
pony, although the cavalry saw the
spiral of blue-smoke from the moun
tain top. They could not read it, but
they well understood it was an Indian
signal, and they, slept on their arms
that night in consequence.
It would take a long time to tell
you all the vicissitudes and hair
breadth escapes Little Smoke had
before he got back to his own tribe.
And what did the great chief say
to such a wonderful hero? -
"Ugh! Little Smoke boy! Stay
heap boy awhile! Great chief by and
by. Some day go on warpath! Take
scalp! Strike blue coat! Chief say
Little Smoke great brave then! Just
Peel, quarter and core eight pounds
of quinces. Put in kettle with just
enough water to cover them. Boil un
til they can be pierced with a fork.
Remove fruit and add four pounds of
sugar and one pint of cider. Cool fruit
and, return to the syrup, boiling until
deep red color and tender, A little
orange peel may be added to some of
the preserves, making an agreeable
change of flavor, - '