A New World 



Portage and Packwaukee Lake and passed our 

 shanty at a distance of about three quarters 

 of a mile. Just a few minutes after that shot 

 was heard, along came the poor mother rushing 

 up to the shanty for protection, with her pigs, 

 all out of breath and terror-stricken. One of 

 them was missing, and we supposed of course 

 that an Indian had shot it for food. Next day, 

 I discovered a blood-puddle where the Indian 

 trail crossed the outlet of our lake. One of 

 father's hired men told us that the Indians 

 thought nothing of levying this sort of black- 

 mail whenever they were hungry. The solemn 

 awe and fear in the eyes of that old mother 

 and those little pigs I never can forget; it was 

 as unmistakable and deadly a fear as I ever saw 

 expressed by any human eye, and corroborates 

 in no uncertain way the oneness of all of us. 



