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750 > Page 750 of Our western border : its life, combats, adventures, forays, massacres, captivities, scouts, red chiefs, pioneer women, one hundred years ago ... / carefully written and comp.

750 Our Western Border. make peace for the whites, that we should receive such a reward. I can govern my young men and warriors better than the thirteen fires can theirs." An Indian came, one da)', to a tavern in Sherman's Valley, Pa., called for a gill of whiskey and drank it, when there came another Indian in. He also called for a dram, but set it on the table without tasting. He then took the first savage outside and discoursed with him most seriously for some time. The first Indian then stripped himself naked and stretched himself on the floor. The other stood at the door, and when he was ready, he stepped forward with his knife and stabbed -his companion, who was lying down, to the heart. The prostrate Indian received the stab quietly, leaped to his feet, drank the other whiskey off and dropped down dead. The white people made prisoner of the other Indian, and sent word to the heads of the nation. Two of them came, saw the Indian homicide, and then told the whites to let him go, as he had done right. The cause of the killing was a mystery. The dead man had probably broken some tribal law, and cheerfully submitted to the penalty. In a time of Indian troubles, an Indian visited the house of Governor Jenks, of Rhode Island, when the Governor took occasion to request him that if any strange Indian should come to his wigwam, to let him know it, which the Indian promised to do; but, to secure his fidelity, the Governor told him that when he should give him such information he would give him a mug of flip. Some time after, the Indian came again : " Well, Mr. Gubenor, a strange Indian come to my house last night." "Ah!" says the Governor, "and what did he say?" "He no speak," replied the Indian. "What! not speak at all?" added the Governor. "No, he no speak at all." "That certainly looks suspicious," said His Excellency, and inquired if he were still there, and being told that he was, ordered the promised mug of flip. When this was disposed of, and the Indian was about to depart, he mildly said, "Mr. Gubenor, my squaw have child last night;" and thus the Governor's alarm was suddenly changed into disappointment, and the strange Indian into a new-born pappoose. . A white trader sold a quantity of powder to an Indian, and imposed upon him by making him believe that it was a grain which grew like wheat, by sowing it upon the ground. He was greatly elated by the prospect of not only raising l\js own powder, but of being able to supply others, and thereby becoming immensely rich. Having prepared his ground with great care, he sowed his powder with the utmost exactness in the Spring. Month after month passed away, but his powder did not even sprout, and Winter came before he was satisfied that he had been