CHAPTER ELEVENTH 



AN INDIAN TRAIL 



TT was a strange coincidence. A farmer 

 * living near by employed an Indian from 

 the school at Carlisle, and now that the work 

 of the summer was over, this taciturn youth 

 walked daily over a hill to a school-house 

 more than a mile away, and the path leading 

 to it was an Indian trail. 



Not long since I met the lad on this very 

 path returning from school, and when he 

 passed I stood by an old oak and watched 

 him until lost among the trees, walking where 

 centuries ago his people had walked when 

 going from the mountain village and rock 

 shelters along an inland creek to the distant 

 town by the river. 



As you looked about from the old oak there 

 was no public road or house in sight ; nothing 

 but trees and bushes, huge rocks, and one 

 curious jutting ledge that tradition holds is a 



