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RECREATION 



forget. To-night I can hear it as it 

 echoed across those lakes. Instinc- 

 tively I reached up and kissed my hus- 

 band. 



The days of Indian warfare are 

 over indeed, but the savage still re- 

 members his battle-cry ; so shrill, pierc- 

 ing, uncanny. I can never get it out 

 of my mind. We felt that they had 

 gone only to return with their friends. 

 We knew now we were powerless. 

 They had been angered. They could 

 kill us in that lonely spot and no one 

 be the wiser as to the murderers. An- 

 other awful yell ! Then the silence of 

 the grave. And I knew no more. 



When I came to, after what seemed 

 to my poor husband an endless uncon- 

 sciousness, the moon was setting and 

 the sun was rising; and earlier much 

 than we expected him, George was' 

 coming towards us. 



The night was over and we were 

 alive. 



When it was sufficiently light and I 

 was sufficiently strong, we began our 

 hunt. 



Here at hand is a common hunt- 

 ing knife which the Indian had 

 dropped. It lies on our desk. We 

 tracked them to the landing. There 

 we found blood. Some of our ammu- 



nition had done the work, and we had 

 indeed hurt one at least. 



We hastily broke camp and as soon 

 as our chariot arrived, loaded and hur- 

 ried to the Port. 



There we learned that two Indians 

 and their squaws were camping on a 

 small island in one of the lakes, but 

 that so far only chickens and vege- 

 tables had been missed. A party start- 

 ed for the island at once. They found 

 the remains of a hastily broken camp, 

 an Indian fire, and every token of a 

 hurried departure. That was why they 

 had not returned. One had evidently 

 been wounded and they preferred not 

 to take chances by returning, but to 

 escape and put considerable water be- 

 tween themselves, the law, and us be- 

 fore morning. 



That was the last we heard of them, 

 for we left by the afternoon boat, to 

 the land of electric lights, crowded 

 thoroughfares and policemen. 



It was a most adventuresome vaca- 

 tion. Of pleasures manifold, of expe- 

 riences — thank you, enough. Yet, now 

 that it is over and we are alive to tell 

 the tale, I wouldn't have missed it for 

 all the Newports or Bar Harbors of 

 the world, even if they are replete with 

 safety and comforts. 



A LESSON 



BY IRENE POMEROY SHIELDS. 



I have drank o£ Marah's draft 

 Plucked the Dead Sea fruit for food, 

 Now the wine of life is at my lips, 

 I find it exceeding good. 

 Sleepless nights and toilsome days , 

 Strifes that sear and burn , 

 Ceaseless cares and endless fret, 

 Worries at every turn. 

 Gone like mist or morning dew, 

 While I from Nature learn, 

 Lessons deep and grandly true, 

 The simplest may discern. 



