HOMIi OF CHIEF KILLBUCK 

 not gone far when one of the party heard a 

 noise and §@ing to the spot found the poor old 

 Indian fast, with one leg in one of those traps 

 that were used in those days. In looking for 

 game in the woods and brush he ran against 

 the trap and sprung it and got caught and being 

 old and feeble, could noi extract himself. And 

 there the poor old soul had lain for three days 

 and nights in the cold and rain without shelter 

 or anything to eat, and the storm and the winds 

 had beaten on his aged head. V/e shed many 

 bitter tears over him. vs/e extracted him as 

 soon as possible and placed him on a litter 

 made of sticks and barks and carried him as 

 carefully and tenderly as a child to his wigwam. 

 One of the party on returning had killed a deer 

 which they carried along with them and they 

 placed Sheubana and the deer at the door of 

 the wigwam like Longfellow's Hiawatha had 

 placed his deer at the feet of Ainnehaha, the 

 Laughing Waters. It would have done your 

 soul good (if you had one) to have seen those 



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