400 WILD 6POETS IN THE SOUTH. 



attack to that side that looked out toward the little 

 island in the bay. 



In the dwelling-house they found implements to aid 

 them in their schemes. A beam was brought out and 

 laid endwise against the tower. On this an Indian 

 walked up and drove a spike into the plaster wall. He 

 then mounted on the spike, the inclination of the tower 

 permitting him to lean inward and drive another at such 

 a height he could just reach it with his hand. With his 

 hatchet he then cut out a stepping-place for his foot, and 

 mounted on to the second spike, and then another, 

 until he climbed up to the overhanging ledge of the 

 tower under the lantern. 



Thence throwing down his hatchet to his comrades he 

 gradually extended one hand out until he could feel the 

 edge of the overhanging eaves. This gave him a support. 

 Then reaching out the other hand, and dropping his feet 

 from their support, he swung out pendent from his hands, 

 and gradually raised himself up until he could see into 

 the lantern. 



Lou had been all this time not unconscious of the 

 plots of her foes, but she did not dare to overlook the 

 eaves to see what they were intending, and therefore 

 could not tell precisely how the blow was to full. She lay 

 down on the floor and waited, trusting to the Providence 

 that had kept her thus far to preserve her to the end. 



While thus waiting and listening, her eyes fell upon 

 the savage at the ledge of the platform. The crest of 

 eagle feathers, the circles of black and vermilion, and the 



