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ing about two minutes in the playing. What would I not have given to 
be able to preserve for better musicians this sweet, weird piece of savage 
melody! 
WO’-LOK-KI AND YO’-TO-WI. 
Wo’-lok-ki and Yo’-to-wi were Konkau Indians, brother and sister, and 
young children when their tribe first became acquainted with the whites. 
One morning at daylight a foray was made on their native village, their 
parents put to flight, many were killed, and these children with others were 
carried away into captivity. The boy had, in ten minutes’ time, torn away 
a hole in the chaparral, and hidden himself and his little sister therein so 
completely that they would not have been discovered if their dog had not 
followed and revealed their hiding-place. By some good fortune they were 
not separated, but were carried, first, in a pair of huge saddle-bags, made 
for the purpose, one suspended on each side of the horse, with their heads 
just peeping out; and afterward in a wagon, with a number of others, all 
snugly packed on the floor, and covered with deer-skins, bear-skins, and 
other peltries. In passing through a town the wagon attracted suspicion, 
and was halted and slightly searched by the officers of the law, but nothing 
was discovered contraband. With the strange instinct of their race, the 
young captives did not ery out, or whimper, or move a muscle, but lay as 
still as young quails lie in the chaparral when the hawk is hovering over- 
head. ‘The wagon was suffered to proceed, but in another town it was 
halted and searched again, more thoroughly, and the young Indians brought 
to light. For the vindication of the excellent majesty of American law, it 
was necessary that there should be a prosecution of the kidnapper, and he 
was gently muleted in the sum of $100, and the good citizens of the place 
took away his captives from him, and they became “apprenticed” unto 
them! It chanced that our little hero and heroine thus passed into the pos- 
session of a great philanthropist of those regions, whose voice had often 
been mightily lifted up in denunciation of the infamies of this “Indian slave- 
trade”. He kept them some time, and finally transferred them to a negro 
barber in exchange for a stove, did this philanthropist! The barber did not 
keep them long, but sold them for $25 apiece, the usual price of an Indian 
