Yellow Hair, the boy chief of the Pawnees : the adventurous career of Eddie Burgess of Nebraska

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Yellow Hair, the boy chief of the Pawnees : the adventurous career of Eddie Burgess of Nebraska
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Copyr ight, 1884, b y Beadle&; Adams Enter e d at P ost o m c e N e w York, N. Y ., assecou d c lass m atter. .Ma y 28, 1899. No. 21. Pr1bl Ery W u k. : u J IVERS & C O Publis h e r., (James Sullivan. Proprie t or, I 379 l'enrl S treet N e w York. Pric t 6 Cen l a $2 .60 a Ye

Co pyright, lJy Bt=alil e & Atl ams. .l!.11ter e u a t Post Onlce, York, N .Y ., as second c lass M c1y 28, 1899No. 21. P11b li.htd ill. J, iVER"' & CO., Publls b er8, < James Su 1 11van, P ropriet or,) 379 l'earl Street, New York, Price 5 Cen ts $ 2.50 ".Ye ir. BY COLONEL J!>RENTISS INGRAHA!tl. "Tiii: aIG TBOND:S:R fS KY FJ.Tllll:R BllT KY .I.BROW SIU'Llo SEElt HIS BXART IF 1111: IUlUIS KY P4Llt-1!'4C:S: BROTB.ll:R Vol. II.


Yellow Ba.Ir, the Boy Chief of the Pa.wnee1. The Chief of the Pawnees. The Ad ventoroua Career ot: Eddlt' Burce oc Nebraaka, BY COL. PRENTISS INGRAHAM, AUTHOR 01" "ADVENTURES OF BUFFALO BILL," "ADVENTURES OF WILD BILL," "TEXA>i JACK," BRUIN .ADA.MB," ETC. 1 ETC., ETC. llie war-path, until it fell to his lot to wn. ness that of which _he only heard. Be had gone with his brother Charlie a few years his senior, to the border home'of a friend of his father, to pass a few weeks. The boys had looked forward to the visit with glowing anticipations, for they knew that Mr. Babbitt, the settler, on the very border that divided the wving tribes from the settlements, !tnd his son had told of many an adventure with the 0Indians. Mounted upon their wiry, swift ponies !'nd with shot-guns, a pistol and hunt: mg-knife each, the boys set out alone fo1: their trip, which was a ride of eighty miles. CHAPTER I. Never in their lives did they feel prouder TIDl MIDNIGHT MASSACRE. than when camping alone the first night out THE earl" est r 11 r f Eddi B and they made for themselves a wickv-up 1 eco ec ion e and often in after years recalled the comf orts -to-day a handsome, golden-haired, darmgfaced youth of twenty was of rolling, of that little camp. flower-besp a ngled prairies, wild ponies and The next afternoon they arriveu at their red-skins, if I except the home influence of destination, and were warmly11'elcomed by kind parents, a happy household, and loving the and especially Bob Babbitt, a boy brothers and sisters, with which the boy was of whose visit they were returning, surrounded-. he havmg passed a month at their house. Bui away from the homestPad and its The first remark of Mr. Babbitt was 1>ne family circle, to the plains, moun calculated to give anxiety to older heads tams, and untutored red-skins, wenl; the though Eddie us to follow, for he had said: disposition and love of the romantic caused "Well, boys, when I asked your father to him to long to b ec ome a famous scout or In-let. you visit us, I little thought we were dian-fighter, or at least a dweller in the pathgomg to have trouble with the lnC.ians; -but less wilds of the West. runners are out through th"l settlements now Sooner, far sooner than he ever dreampt warning all that the red -skins are on of, it fell to the lot of Eddie Burgess to leave war-path." that happy home and have to face the bit"Then we can help you defend your home terest orde a ls of a cruel fate, which wellsir," said Cha:rlie, and the boys were de'. nigh drove out of his heart any hope for the lighted at the prospect of trouble while older future. faces looked anxious. For the red-skin boy, born on the j'rairie But what the boys looked forward to as a to a wild life, the rough existence o hardthrilling adventure turned out, alas! to be a ships and d r mger he was forced to lead was red horror, and far sooner than any one had what he 101ed; but to the pale-face youth anticipated; for, hardly had the house1.old bor;11 amid other scenes, and nurtured by an evening of pleasure in the society of lovmg it was a severe life to lead their young guests, for the nicrht when forced to become as the very Indian when dark forms flitted from tree to tree himself, and feel all the while that he had a stealthily approached the commodious cabin. cruel master, and dwelt among foes. Not a soul was awake, not an eye saw When in his year Eddie Burgess first their coming, for, though danger was threat felt the ve no m lJl the Indian nature and ened, it was not expected for days, perhaps what it was to sorrow suffer. weeks. He had, in the western home of his parents, A hundred dark forms, with faces hideous seen brave men go forth to fight the red-skin ly painted, crept like panthers through the marauders, and had heard thrilling tales of timber and surrounded the cabin and out Indian treachery and cruelties, and had often buildings, their presence not even awakening aeen the wandering children of the plains the huge watch-dog that lay upon the back when they came near where he dwelt; but porch little dreaming of danger. the horrors of a red war he had been spared I But, as a warrior plac e d his moccasined as as the blood-curdling war-whoop and I foot upon the step, the dog sprunJCw hi.b fcei scenes that follO"W on the trail of --;-:;: &belt or brush, bark, eto.


..... --with a loud, furious bark, to drop dead from an arrow sent and through his heart. But the deep bay and yelp of poor Watch had aroused Mr. Babbitt, and a light lashed within, and the settler called .out: "Ho, Watch! W)lat is it, dogt" No sound answered, and Mr. Babbitt t.sked: '' Is there any one there who seeks shelter?" He was, like all settlers, most hospitable, llnd thought that some benighted neighbor whom Watch knew, as he barked no more, might be without, for he had distinctly heard a human voige. "Ay; ay, neighbor Babbitt, I would like shelter for man and beast till morn," said a deep voice in reply. Not seeing that the one who spoke had his face covered with war-paint, and was a renegade white, chief of an Indian tribe, Mr. Babbitt opened the door as he said: "You shall have shelter and food, neigh bor, with pleasure." As he stepped half-dressed out of the door there came a. flash, report and -cry mingled together, and then across the body of his victim sprung the Renegade Chief, followed by a score of his red warriors. Then was heard loud shrieks from Mrs. Rabbitt and her daughters, and out of their rooms dashed Charlie and Eddie Burgess, followed by young Babbitt. Several shots followed, then terrific war cries, a fierce struggle, and then silence en sued, for there were none to resist the red demons in their work of massacre. CHAPTER Il. I visible, but he felt B1p'e that they had beeli killed, and the tears came in his dark blue eyes at their sad fate. What 'had saved his scalp he discovered by the sounds without, for there was a fight going on, and he knew that the Indians had been attacked by soldiers or settlers before their red work had been completed. But, as he listened, he heard triumphant war-cries, and then he knew, as the sounds of battle came from further and further away, that the Indians were driving their white foes. He staggered to his feet, but fell &gain, un able to stand, and it was some moments be fore he regained strength. Then he heard the clamor of the Indiana returning, and he looked at the pistol that lay by his side, and grasped his knife, deter mmed to die game, for he had no hope, and there was that in the brave boy's nature that would not allow him to beg uselessly for hia life. To his joy he found his little repeater ltad three loads in it, and, young as he was, Eddie was a good shot. 1 The revolver had been presented to him by Buffalo Bill, who one night stopped at his father's house, while scouting, and took a fancy to the boy, and Eddie prized the beyond all his treasures, for it had on it the name of the famous Indian-fighter and scout. "Buffalo Bill wouldn't miss them, and I won't either," said Eddie grimly, aS' he sat npoll the floor, for he was afraid to trust him self to stand, and half shielded himself with the dead body of Mrs. Babbitt. Louder grew the exultant voices without, FIGHTING FOR ms SCALP. llroken now and then by a wild war-cry, and How long Eddie Burgess lay unconscious, then in the open door came a dozen for hE> had been felled by a tomahawk blow forms, with hideously painted faces. on the side of his head, he did not know; They started back at the picture that met but he recovered sensibility to find' himself their gaze, for there sat the boy, his revolver lying on the floor of the sitting-room, where leveled, and the body of Mrs. Babbitt shield he had fallen, and the bwod trickling down ing him. his face from the gash over his forehead. Eddie was the first to break the tableau, Near him lay Mrs. Baobitt, and one look and a shot did it, and dt>wn dropped an In was sufficient to show that she was dead, dian. and had been scalped, while her eldest Then, with a yell, they rushed upon him, daughter was visible, lyirig across the thresh-and twice more the weapon flashed, the bu! old, and she too had been killed, anc. the In lets breaking the arm of one and grazing thfl dian trophy, a .ong lock of hair, ton:. away. shoulder of another, for tfi.e boy was deter. It was a sickening scene for the poor bor mined to fight bravely for his scalp. to and he shut his eyes momen ] Another moment and the long, curling, tarily with horror. golden hair of Eddie Burgess would have He remembered that young Babbitt, his hung at the belt of a huge warrior, when, bmther and himself, boldly rushed out just as the hand was thrust t? seize it, it and 11ttacked the and then Ile reI was grasped, and a stern voice c1ied: ceived the blow on his head and knew no Let this boy live, for lm ia too brave te 111ore. die. Hill brother and friend were no where "I will take bim."


Yellow Rair, the Boy Chiet ot the Pawnee .. Theo epeaker bad spoken in the Sioux enough of which Eddie had picked up to .mderstand him, and it was the white chief that had saved his life. 'J"ur.aing t o another brave the chief ordered him &. bind the bo;r securely on a mustang, but to injure hlDl, and then the work of plunie warriors were divided into diff e r ent way home, b e lieving that all had been killed biandA!, the l arger one being under the com-at the Babbitts', when he lay down in a mancY. of the white renegade chief, who was thicket to sleep, for he was utterly worn known am ong the braves as White Snake. out. This band seemed to have done the mosi He was awakened by a voice and found harru, and, loaded down with plunder, they himself in the pre sence of half a hundred at were forced to retreat to save their warriors, another band of the Sioux, and he spoils. had b e en carried by them upon their raid, They carri ed back with them but one c a p-and then brought to the village. ive. Eddie Burgess, and what the fate of his "But, Eddie I belong to a chief of an oruther Ch a rlie had en the bo y did not other tribe, who joined the White Snake knoll\", and night he s h e d bitter t e ars of band for the raid and he is to take me to his sorrow wh e n thinking of him, and his vill a ge, many miles from here," said Charlie th.oughts w ould fly back to the home he h a d sadly. left 'Vith suc h joyous hopes of adventure and "I will ask the White Snake to keep you plea11ure to be his lot. too, Charlie, and tog ether we c a n escape," He had scle n the d ead bodies of all of the and Eddie call e d to the renegade, who was Dabllitt family, for they had been left in the near, at:d b eg ged him to let bis brother rec&bi:u. whe n the red fiends set it on fire; but main with him. nowhere had he seen Charlie's body, and The whit e man, with his stern, cruel face, knoioving h o w shrewd and brave his e lde r I still bedaub e d with paint, turne d toward the brot.b.e r was, he held some hope that he had I boys and asked, Eddie: escaped the m as sacre. Is that your brother?' FJ.irhting as the y retreated, the Indians "He is." Iowan their way back to their stron g hold I "What is your name?" \'illi.o-e in the mountains, and Eddie' s hope "Eddie Burge s s." fad;a'. each d a y as he saw the impossibility of You are no r e lations of Babbitt are you 'l" 41i3Clllpe "No, sir; we went to visit Mr. Babbitt's A..t night he was bound securely and sl ept son, and that night you attacked the house." near the White Snake, and by day his feet "Well, I owe it to A.lex Babbitt that I am wei:e tied under a must!1ng, the lariat of What I now am, for he caught me in a little which was 1.ield by an India n. wick e dness once, would not spare me, and I Ile was given all the food he wante d, and was sent to pri s on for ten years. not treated unkindly; but the thongs cut I remained seven of those years, boys, ino his flesh, and he suff e red greatly, and and then got away by killing a keeper, and I laia heart was full of sorrow. came here and went from bad to worse, but At last, after a desperate battle, in which I have had my revenge on Ales: Babbitt and \bit lndiana were victorious, beatinii the all his family, and I would not have iwared


Yttllow Hair, the Bo:v Chle!" of the Pawnee .. I you, brave as was your fight, had I believed dog ; but be a good boy, ant! ob ey, me, and you any of his gang. I'll treat you well." well, my son, whose captive are you Y" Eddie was too glad to get his freedom to and he turned to Charlie. think of anything else, and calling some of "Red Buffalo they call the chief," said the younger sons of the chi e fs, White Snake Charlie. told the m to make a companion of the lonely "He does not belong to my village, but I white boy. will soe if I can buy you from him, thou g h, This they at once set about doing in their ii you have the pluck of your little brothe r, own way, and after Eddie had whipped every I guess I'll have more than I can attend to boy of his size, and some even older and to watch the pair of you. larger, in the village, they became most "rn make an off e r for you, anyhow... fri e ndly with him. He sent for Red Buffalo, and said: The y taught him how to make bows and The White Snake wishes to buy the boy arrows and he soon excelled them in true ;:aptive of the Red Buffalo." shooting. 'No," was the answer. They taught him to make fishing lines, 'Will give hUrl a pony," traps to insnare birds, and all kinds of work 'No." on bucks kin, until in a few months the pupil ' A.nd a red blanket?" exc e lled t he t ea ch e rs No." Young as he was Eddie soon grew less "Two ponies!" sorrowful at bis lot, though he never for a The Red Buff a lo shook his head. moment forgot the loved ones at home, who "Thre e ponies, a red blanket and a gun?" he knew were bitterly grieving for him, or "No, the R e d Buffalo wants the p a le face I his brother Charlie, who was l e ading the boy to train him up to m ake great warri0r." same life in another camp, or perhaps he had "It ls usel ess, boys for he will have his been kill e d, Eddie thought. way,'' said White Snak e and he walked The duties of the captive boy consisted in away, and then, se eing F.ddie, the Red Buf-rubbing up the weapons of White Snake and fah> called to him: kee ping the tepee in order, for the ren e g a de "Will give the White Snake same offer live d alone, not having been won by any of for his pal e -face pappoose?" the red maidens who sought to gain his love. "No, sir." Eddie' s bed consisted of a bear robe, and The Red Buffalo has open hand, and his covering was a red blanket his pillow will give so many poni e s and he indic a ted b e in g m a de from fox skins, which he had the number by counting five of his fin g ers. hims elf tanned, having insnared the foxes in "The Red Buffalo hasn't got ponies a trap. enough to buy that boy," said the ren ega de, White Snake treated the boy kindly, an

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    YeDow the Bo7 Chief of the Pawnet& mother, who had been a white captive, until lhe died of a broken heart. She was the prettiest maiden of the vil :age, the very idol of her father, and had al ways been kind to Eddie when he crossed her path. Upon the afternoon she W88 out upon the river she was engaged in fishing, and, in her strug gle with a large bass, dropped her overboard. Excited by her efforts to capture the fish, she did not attempt to regain her paddle, and was only warned of her danger, as she drew the bass into the canoe, by the shouts of her companions on the shore. To her horror she saw that she bad drifted down with the stream, until she was dan gerously near to the rapids, and her canoe was already going faster and faster as it ap proached the swifter current. Almost any other me,iden of the village could have sprung overboard and made for the shore; but she could not swim a stroke, her father having kept her out of the river for fear of some accid ent befalling her. She turned h e r gaze anxiously toward her comrades, but not one could aid her, and even those in their canoes dared not venture into the swift current. The village was half a mile away and no warrior was n e ar, .and the frightened sunk down in the bottom of her canoe and began to chant h e r death-song. Just then there was 11.eard a splash down the stream, and a shout 'Rfose from a hun dred red skin children as one of their num ber had boldly sprung into the stream and was swimming swiftly out to head off the canoe and its alarmed mmate. Cutting his way through the waters the small but gallant rescuer swam with a vigor that was remarkable, and all breathlessly watched his progress. Behind him, fast e ned to a string held in his teeth, w88 a paddle, and the boy seemed determined to accomplish bis purpose. Down the river came the canoe, each mo men t 1t&ining increased rapidity, and to head it of! at a given point the young swimmer devoted every energy. 1 From the village, alarmed by the cries, warriors came running toward the river with the speed of deer, and behind them came squaws and children, but all saw that they' could be of no aid, though they pressed on to the scene. Suddenly a great shout arose from a hun dred juvenile throats, forthe boy had gained the path the canoe must take, and the nen instant grasped ii. The shock half dragged him from the water; but he held on with wonderful naclty, and a moment after pulled h1mle1f up over the stem. For a moment tP.e light canoe danc;ecl and awayed fearfully, \ as though it would go down; but the boy told the Indian girl to si down, and then taking his pince in the stern he seized bis paddle and worked deeperately. But no man's arms could keep back the canoe from the rapids then, and that his efforts were fruitless, the boy set h1msdf to the task of trying to run the gantlet of the rapids. Several times, in company with Indian warriors, he had gone down the dangerous stream, but never alone, or with every effort to save life depending upo{l him. But he did not flineh from the danger, and, with bis paddle grasped firmly in hia hand kept his eyes fixed ur.on the rocks and foamin_g torrent ahead, while the of the girl was upon him in mute supplication and admiration. Upon the shore half a thousand eyes were upon him, ahd in breathless silence all watched, saw the canoe rush like a race horse toward the first danger, sheer from it under the guidance of the paddle. Then another danger was passed, and an other .,. until at last the rapids were run, and Lhe Clllloe paddled inshore where the old and the young of the village met its occupants, and a shout went up from the throats of stem braves in honor of Yellow Hair, the pale face boy, as Eddie Burgess was called by the Indians, for he it was who had saved the life of the daughter of the Medicine Chief at the risk of his own. "My brave boy, you'll wear the bear-claw necklace and eagle-feat'bei;s* long before you are out of your teens," said the renegade ohief to Eddie after his daring adventure. CHAPTER V. .AN INDLL'i DOY P ARD. THE chum, particular friend, or rather, in border parlance, red -skin boy pard of Eddie Burgess, was a youth two years his senior, and the son of the chief second in rank to the W'hite Snake. Eddie had had several pitched battles with Little Thunder, as the boy W88 called, when he first came to the village, and had proved the m88ter of the red-skin lad, who had ac knowledged it by at once adopting the yotmg captive as his brother. If any one imposed upon Yellow Hair, he had Little Thunder to fight, and so it wu with Eddie if his red pard was maltreated. EmbleJllll of & clllef'I r&U,

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    Yellow Hair, the Bo7 Chlet of the Thus they became inseparable compaiilons, and. though the senior of Yellow Hair, and larger, as I have said, the red -skin was ruled by the pale-face. The father of Little Thunder was the most savage chie.f in the tribe, had no mercy in his heart for any foe, and often looked at Eddie's long golden hair as though a scalp-lock from it would be most becoming to his belt. Already hanging there were a dozen scalp locks of pale-faces, one of whict Eddie waa wont to gaze on with horror, for he knew it to be the hair of poor Mrs. Babbitt, and he hated the old chief, though he felt such a fri e ndly rep;ard for his son. The greater the warmth of friendship be tween Yellow Hair and Little Thunder, the more the father of the latter seemed to hate the pale-face boy, until Eddie soon saw that whenever he gazed upon him he looked as though he longed to kill him, and he deter mined to keep out of Big Thunder's way as much as possible, for he began to really fear him. One day Yellow Hair went in search of sev-0ral ponies belonging to White Snake that had strayed from the herd, and not being able to find Little Thunder, and caring not for other company, he was forced to go a.lone .A.s he now could go where he pleased, he determined to take advantage of one of these hunts for stray ponies to escape; but on this occasion he was not able to make the attempt, and wished to wait until all the fighting war riors had gone out of the village on some raid. After a long tramp he found the ponies, lariat e d one and was about to mount and drive the o\hers back to the villa ge, when he was seized from behind and hurle d upon the ground with a force that nearly knocked the breath out of him. Alarmed, he glanced upward, at the. same time trying to draw an arrow to fit to his bo:V to defend himself, when he b e h eld who his e.ssailan t waa. It was Big Thunder, he held th.e bo_y down witp his foot upon his breast, while his faoe gleamed with hate. The great chief Big Thunder will not hurt the nale-face boy," cried Eddie. The Yellow Hair has not harmed him." The Big Thunder hates all pa.le-faces," was the savage reply. "But the Yellow Hair has given up his people and become a red-skin.'' The Yellow Hair is like a bird. "He sings merrily ill his cage, but will fir, away when his wings are no longer clipped. But the Yellow Ha.iris the brother of the areat chief's son." "The Little Thunder ls a fool to have I pale-face brother," his sed the chie .f. Eddie made no reply, and the chief drew his scalp ing knife and said gloatingly: The Big Thunder will wear the scalp of the serpeJnt pale-face boy Eddie knew that the Indian meant every word he uaid. He could not offer the slightest resistance, and who was near to aid him f He lov e d life, and he did not wish to die, and he pleaded: "Will not the Big Thunder spare the Yellow Hair?" "No." "The White Snake will be very angry." The White Snake will not know," was the malicious reply. "He will hunt for the Yellow Hair." He will not know that Big Thunder took bis scalp." Eddie now felt that he must d i e, and he had lived long enough among the Indians to me e t d eath with stoici s m and seeming in diff ere:11ce, and se eing that be could do ncath ing else, he said boldly: Then l e t the coward chief strike, for the Yellow Hair is brave." The Big Thunder is no coward." "He kills a boy; he is a squaw brave." "The Yellow Hair sha ll die," shouted the enraged Indian, and he b ent over to seize the long hair and first drag off the Hcalp and then kill the helpless boy. "The Yellow Hair shall not die." Both started at the words, a n l beheld standing near them, his arrow set Mid bow string drawn back, and aimed at I:ii;: Thun der's heart1 1WM utlwr titan, e 1hundqr Mmae,lf. The chief was astounded, and l' ttered no wOTd, and Eddie Burgess gazed ii surprise and awe at his red pard, who said l 1 oldly: "The Big Thunder is my fath e r but my arrow shall seek his heart if he harms my pal"' face brother." It was a thrilling, strange tableau, and the moment it lasted seemed hours to those tb.ree who participated in it. What would Big Thunder do? Thus thought Eddie. Will Little Thunder keep his wo-d! This thought also passed throug l 1 the boy'1 mind, and he almost forget bimseli in watch .. ing the fa'ther and son. A.t last Big Thunder spoke, and his voice trembled, and he removed his D lCCasined foot from Eddie's heart. "The Little Thunder has the c i urage of a mountain lion, to thus face his f ther; bu& he has saved the life of his pale i fac1; brother, arad ihe Bile Thunder buries the hatohei of

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    Yellow Hair, the Boy Chief of the Pawne-. hatred and"'blds the Yellow Hair welcome to his tepee." It was with a joyous heart Eddie eprung to his feet and grasped the hand of his skin boy pard, w'nile the chief, with stern mien and downcast head, strode away from the spot, leaving the boys together. CHAPTER VI. A. BEA.R'S NEST. THOUGH Big Thunder disdained to ask either his son or Eddie to keep the affair se cret, of his effort to kill the latter, and his being thwarted by Little Thunder, he still felt extremel:r anxious about the matter, for he knew that not only White Snake, but also the other chiefs would hold him to strict ac countability for his treachery, and his life might be the forfeit. He however breathed freely when several days passed away and he found ihat Y e llow Hair had kept the secret as religiously as had his own son. Then his hatred for the boy utterly fad ed away, and in its place came a strong fri e nd ship, and he IIiade up his mind to befriend him with his life should occasion ever off e r, and this determination was the further in creased some weeks after from a circumstance which occurred, and that served to make the young pale-face still more of a hero in the eyes of the Indians. It seems that Little Thunder one day, con trary to his usual custom, went alqne on a hunt, with the avowed determination to take a step up the ladder of fame by killing a bear unaided. He had taken his father's rifle and his own knife, together with a bow and quiver of ar rows, and, mounting his mustang, sallied forth on the war-path against Bruin. Hearing of where his red pard had gone, and anxious about him, Yellow Hair sprung upon his pony and started upon his trail, fol lowing it as readily as a hound would run on the scent of a deer. He rode rapidly and knew that Little Thunder could not be far ahead of him, so was about to give a ringing halloo, when a shot was fired near by, followed by a savage growl. Instantly he darted forward like the wind, and came upon a stirring scene. There stood Little Thunder, and in the greatest peril. He had gotten down from his mustang and gone into a narrow ravine between the rocks, where was visible the entrance to a cave. That a bear dwelt there the Indian boy felt certain; but he found more than he bar gained for. He had hardly approached the e&Te when 1C?atcbing so\Uld of claws UJ>Oll the rock caused bfin to turn, and he beheld two large bears coming at a swift trot toward him. To scale the precipitous walls of rock upon either side of him, and behind him, was impossible, and his .only way of retreat was to run into the cave. But in the mouth of the cavern now stood two goOd -sized cubs, gazing upon the in truder and snarling savagely. Yet, in all his danger. the Indian hM

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    Yellow Balr, the Bo7 Chief ot the P&WDee .. face, had become a universal favorite with To Eddie's surprise the Indian chlef took the Indians, was evident, and he was generthe trail leading toward the settlements. ally regarded with as friendly a feeling as There was good hunting there, he knew, though he were in reality one of their own for buffalo, elk, antelope and bear abounded; people. but then it was a most dangerous locality for The White Snake had come to them not as an Indian to venture into, eRpecially Big a captive, but, when forced to fly from his Thunder, who was hated and dreaded by the own race, he had watched his chance to go to whites. the red-skins with an edat that would serve But as to his reason for going in that him well, and of an intended secret direction the chief remained silent until the txpeditio against their village, he had gone sunset of the second day, when they halted and warned tliem of their danger, plotted an o:i a high hill on the banks of a river. ambush against the soldiers, and, when they I "Does the Yellow Hair see yonder smoke?" fell into it, had fought with a ferocity that asked the chief, pointing to a blue column of wo, the admiration of the Indians and made I vapor miles distant. 114 a chief. "Yes." 1 bold raid he planned and led against a "It comes from the log tepee of a pale-lement was also successful, and the capface." tm 1 & wagon-train of stores added to his I Yes." lau els and power and gave him the po s ition "Is not the heart of the Yellow Hair of l iead chief by the unanimous consent of glad?" thl leading warriors of the tribe. / "Why should it be?" llut the Indians feared the stern, silent "To see the smoke made bv his people?" rna, and not one of them felt friend s hip for "The people of the Yellow Hair are fat hin.-, though they respected and admired him away, and he has lived so long with the as a chieftain, and felt safe under his Sioux, their home is as his home," was the lcatfcrsh1p reply, while a strange look came upon the They had frowned down his adoption of. a boy's face, which the Indian, with all his cun pale face boy; but those who op enly had ning and knowledge of human nature could shown a dislike to it, had been quickly made not fathom. to feel the powe r of the White Snake, and Big Thunder was astounded, for he had thus it was that the pres e nce of Eddie Bur expected to see the boy dance with delight. g e ss was at :first tolerated, while the boy Had he mistaken him? h.i.maclf won the friendship of his red foes, Did he love the red-skins more than his lor foes they now were to him, as hs had own people? not forgotten that fearful midni ght massacre, Did he not wish to escape when the log-and that loving parents and sisters were then cabin of a settler was almost in view? mourning him as dead. "Does the Yellow Hair prefer to live with Shortly after the bear adventure Big his red brothers?" asked the chief, after a Thunder sought out Yellow Hair, and in pause. vited him to go on a hunt with him. ''The Yellow Hair has good friends among This was an honor that the boy was glad the red people was the reply. to accept, for he had long before given up I "Yes and 'the Big Thunder will speak all idea of further treacher:y and I straight; he will tell the Yellow Hair that .he intent on the part of the chief toward him. wished to be his friend, and brought hii;n Though a man as cruel as a snake to all here to set him free, and let him go to his foes, Big Thunder had a heart in his red peoJ?le while he went back and told the breast, which was proven by his devoted love White' Snake a crooked story of how the paleto his son. face boy had gotten away from him in the Loving Little Thunder as he did, it set tbe night." r.hief to thinking, and his thoughts ran in a "The Yellow Hair thanks the Big Thun strange channel one of his stern nature. der; but he will return to the tepees of the Suppose that Little Thunder, he thought, Sioux was the calm reply. should be a captive to the pale-faces, how bit chief sighed for he had failed in re terly would he mourn for him, and how glad lieving his mind and heart of a debt of grati would he be did some kind friend set him tude he wished to fully pay. free. . he saw that the boy was Thus feeling, and owmg to Yellow Harr and shouldering his rifle, he mounted his friendship for keeping the secret of his pony and led the way to a safer camping. treachery toward him, and gratitude of the place than the one where they had halled.. deepest kind for saving his son from death, he asked the bo_y to hunting with him he mi&hi aid him m his eecape. ..

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    10 Yellow Bair, the Boy Chief ot the PaWDee&. CHAPTER VIII. ll'RIE!\DS TO REMEMBER. THE hunt of Big Thunder and Yellow Hair turned out a successful one, for not only did the two return with game in a bund n nce, but the chief also had at his belt the scalp of a Cheyenne brave, 1JhO, with several other s, had attacked the hunters, but been beaten off. Big Thunder told of the-coolness of Yellow Hair, and that his shot had brought down the Cheyenne's pony, while he had1tilled the rider, and that they had beaten off their ene mies, though they were three to one against them. This fight but served to make Eddie Bur gess the more popular with the red skins, while White Snake told him that h e was a son to be proutl of, and would one d a y b e chief in his stead, for that the boy ev e r thought of his home and parents he had not the slightest idea, and b e lieved that the past had been almost wholly obliterated from his memory-. In his lonely exile from his own people, and leading the miser a ble life he did, White Snake clung to the boy more and more, and became really kind to him in ID! his words and actions. But there was another in the village who was drawn most strongly toward the white boy captive, and that one was Star Eyes, the daughter of the M e dicine Chiet, and whom Yellow Hair had saved from death in the Rapids. She was much elder than the boy, so was not in love with him, yet was drawn toward him with bonds of gratitude she could never sever, and, like Big Thunder, she wi s hed to return the debt she owed him, and to do so hit upon the same method which the chief had To make his escape more certain, she en listed Little Thunder upon her side, and painted in glowing colors to the Indian boy the sorrow of the poor pale-face captive, forced to dwell among a people who were his natural foes. Little Thunder was duly impressed, and, though he hated to give up his friend, he yet promised Star Eyes to aid in effecting the es-cape of Yellow Hair. 'fogether then they concocted a plan in which the two boys were to go off together on a scout, and when near the settlements, Little Thunder was to bid his white brother to return to his own people, and tell him that it was the wish of the maiden and him self, and who were friends that wished to be remembered long after he had ceased to be a dweller in the tepees of the Sioux. Little dreaming that another attempt to aid his escape was intended, Eddie Burgess weni with Thunder, aa he had with hit fa\her, and almost the same scene was again enacted as on that former occasion, excepting that the Indian boy brought Star Eyes in as an ally, and did not take all the credit to himself. But, as before, Yellow Hair tlnnly refused to leave the Sioux village, and, to the sur prise of Star Eyes, rode into the camp with Little Thunder, their ponies laden down with game, for, boys though they were, they shamed many of the warriors succeliS in the chase. Can it be that Eddie Burgess, in refusing to escape when freedom was in his very clutch, had learned to love the wild life of an Indian camp, and the cruel foes of his race, even more he did his own flesh and blood? Let the stJql!el show, my kind readei: pHAPTER IX. YELLOW HAIR'S SECRET, FoR several days after his return from hie, trip with Little Thunder, Eddie Burgess seemed most thoughtful, and his boy pard, who watched him most closely, seemed to think that he was regretting that he had not made his escape when the chance to do so was so openly offered. White Snake also noticed the boy's man ner and asked the cause of it; but Eddie said that he did not feel just right, and soon threw off the attack that was upon him, and became as cheerful as before. But he seemed less inclined to take long hunts, and hung about the village more, seeming to watch with greater interest the movements of the chiefs, and listen more at tentively to their talks. That something was going on in the village was evident, for the warriors conversed much together, their favorite ponies seemed to be taken better care of, and all were busy by day looking to their arms, getting together war paint, and, in fact, preparing for some grand expedition. That it was to be on a large scale Eddie knew, as nearly a thousand warriors, half the fighting force of the village, had been picked for the trail, and yet not one word was sai d as to their destination. White Snake was to lead the warriors, and he it was who had planned the expedi tion, whatever it was and where its destina tion. But Eddie in vain tried to get a.n inkling of where such a large force was going, and for what purpose He knew that the soldiers not, with their few numbers, follow the bidians to their mountain stron&hold. and ye\ he w u

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    Yellow the Bo7 Chlet ol the PaWDee .. II aware that the Sioux, Jn small bands, bad harassed the settlements and forts exceeding ly during Jiis stay in the village. At last Yellow Hair discovered that the warriors were to march at dawn on the fol lowing day, for White Snake said to him: "My boy, I am going on a long and dan gerous trail, to-morrow l"and should I not re turn remember that you are as my own son, my heir, and that one day you must be chief of this tribe in my steail, for no war-rior dare say you nay. Now go and bid the head chiefs to meet me within the hour at the grand Medicine Lodge, to hold a secret council." The boy departed on his errand, and hastily made the circuit of the tepees, bid ding each head chief to go to the Medicine Lodge at the appointed hour to meet the White Snake. Having done this he darted back to his own tepee, and told White Snake that he wished to go with Little Thunder fishing on the river, a pastime the boys frequently in dulged in at night. The permission was granted, and going to the tepee of Little Thunder he bade him go up the r-iver to where the Indians kept their ponies at night in a corral, and await his coming.'. Then Yellow Hair sped away like a deer in the directio of the grand Medicine Lodge. .Arriving near he went cautiously along until he saw he was not sbserved, and then be darted suddenly into the deep shadow of the large tepee. No council fire was yet lighted within, and all was dark and silent, for it was not yet time for the gathering of the chiefs to meet the White Snake. Entering the tepee, never .before desecrated 'by the profane foot of one not a chief, the darinfl boy though considerably awed by his surroundings, felt about the interior until he came to one of the stout lodge poles and up this he clambered with the of a cat. There was a circular openmg' around the pole, some twelve feet from the ground, and through this Yellow Hair squeezed himself, and found above him another covering of skins for the tepee, which he had before ob served had a double Toof, or rather was one lodge set over another, only a foot smaller in size. Suspending himself in the hoop of the inner roof, or covering, he quickly cut in the upper, or outer one, half a dozen holes, through which he slipped stout buck-skin strips. The ends of these he tied !iecurely together, and then he swung himself into them, one passing 88 a swing under his breast, another M the wiPst, and a third supendiDI fit feet. j T!lUS ne 11ung, auppOl"tet! "DY me ln:OUI upper skin roof, and nearly touching the under one, through which he cut several small holes, which would give him a view of the interior of the medicine tepee when the council fire was lighted. t Hardly had he become comfortably, or ra ther securely, settledinhisswings, when some one entered the Medicine Lodge, and a moment after a fire was lighted, and the smoke curled upward and found egress through the holes around the poles that supported the roof and walls of well-dressed skins of wild animals, and nearly suffocated the boy in his secret retreat. But he smothered the cough that rose in his throat and remained quiet, watching and waiting to discover the secret for which he had risked so much and plotted so well CH.APTER X. THE SECRET COUNCIL. 11.'HRouGH the small slits in the lower cov ering of the lodg;e, Eddie Burgess, 88 soon as he got the smoke out of his eyes and throat, saw the gathering of the chiefs. The fire had burned into a blaze, so that the smoke no troubled litm, and one by one the Indian leaders entered, and in stately silence sat. around the fire and took out their pipes. Presentw the Medicine Chief entered and threw light pieces of wood upon the fire, which at once up brightly, mak-ing a blood-red flame. The omen is good, and we will leave a red trail," said White Snake calmly, as he saw the wood burning, end all around the fire, twenty-two in number, gave a satisfac tory "Ugh!" in token of their pleasure. "Now, chiefs," began White Snake, ris ing, and laying aside his pipe. "I have asked you here to tell you that our trail leads to the village of our ,gld foea, the Pawnees. They have become a powerful tribe of late, for their different villages have come together, and, under their chief, White Ea gle, are rich in /onies, arms, pelts, lodges and blankets, an we can crush them. They are the friends of the pale-faces, too, and once we strike their village, we can sweep on like a red torrent to the settlements beyond, and make the waters of the Platte crimson with the blood of our enemies. "To-morrow we 'strike the trail of war at dawn, and if there is one chief here who dis sents, let him now speak. Such was the speech of White Snake, the renegade chief, and it made Eddie Burgess tremble until he fairly shook the lodge, for the course of the Sioux led them toward hil OlTil home.

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    u Yellow Bair, the Boy Cblet of the Pawnee .. In disma;r he pictured his parents and kindred slam and scalped, his lovely hQJilll burned, and nothing but dead bodies and de vastation left behind. Be had often seen the Pawnees come to his father s house, and they were mo s t friendly with the whites, he knew. They had given him many a little present In the past, had tr61i.ted the pale-faces with great kindness, and he knew that his father respected and liked them exce e dingly. He had feared that the cour s e of the White Hnake was toward the settl e m ents and he ri s k e d his life to discov e r the s e cret di:ter mined to see what he could do to prevent a surprise and ma ssa cre. For some tune he had I.tote d the great pre parations being made to go on the war-path, and to solve the secret as to where the blow would fall waJ' why the brave boy had re fused to escape whe n Big Thunde r 11a ve him the opportunity to do so, and a gam when Star Eyes and Little Thunder planned to aid him. No, he would go back to the people he hated, excepting the few who had be e n kind to him, and find out the secr e t he longed to know, and then be would ride on ahead and give warning o the coming avalanche of death and destruction. For this reason he had gone to the Council Lodge, and now the secret was known to him and it hrou ght horror to hi heart, for what if he should not be abl e tQ go ahead and warn the threatened ones of their dan ger? The thought was terrible, ior b e fore him came the remcmbrancr; of the midnight ma&o sacre of Mr. Babbitt and his family, and the horrors that he knew well the red Sioux had perpetrated since. CHAPTER XI. A GENERAL SURPRISE. IN answer to the que s tion of White Snake, as to whe ther any of the chi e fs diss e nted from the proposed war-trail, Big Thunder arose and said: "The White Snake has chosen well. "His eyes see far ahead. "Tl.le Pawnees are our foes, and shoiild fRll before our braves, and their lodges be set on fire. "But thd pale-faces are also our enemies; they are richer than the Pawnees; the y should die under our tmiiahawks; and y e t if we go to the Pawnee village first, our white fGcs may escape, or be ready to meet us, so let the White Snake lead the warriors against Pawnees, and Big IJ:hund e r will take his band upon the se ments, and we can meet at the fort of the soldier and &Pike theDI. ioo." -There were nods of assent to t.bil, but White Snake again arose and said: "The Big Thunder forgets our Paw nee foes number many warriors, and that the whites are all well-armed, and can rally quickl:y, while the soldiers at the fort, with their big horse-guns, can ride like the wind to attack us. No, let us keep our thousand braves to gether strike the Pawnee village, leave t in flames, and the wailing of women and chi1dren behind us, at the scalps we carry at our belts, and then dash on-te the settlements. There we can get plunder, and fringe our very l egg ings with scalps, and then while the Big Thunder, with half our braves, comes on to our village with the booty, the White Sn ake will attack the pale-face fort, for the soldiers will be off hunting for us, and we can wipe it off from the face of the prairie, as few men will be there to guard it. "What say the chiefs?" There was a general nod all around the fire, and Big Thunde r said, calmly: "The White Snake speaks wise words. We will do as he snys." Hnrdly had the words left his lips when, sudde nly, the roof of skins shook violently, and, with a startled cry, Eddie BurgeBB fell upon the head and shoulders of White Snake, knocking him down. The buckskin thongs had torn out with his wei g ht, and the hoop around the pole, which he had grasped to save himself, also gave way, and down into the midst of the council he weut, greatly to the fright and surprise of not only himself, but of the assembled chiefs, who had never anticipat e d an invaaion of the sacred lodge, and especially from above. A score of knives at once flashed in as many hands, and in an instant the dairing boy would have been slain had not the White Snake, struggling to hls feet after the shock, gl'asped him in one arm, while he cried: "Back, chiefs I the boy shall die, but not by your knives.,, __ CHAPTER XII. CONDEMNED. THAT Eddie Burgess was frightened, there Is no room for doubt, at the most unfortunate and dangerous situation in which he found himse lf: but he h a d all the stoical mann e r of an Indian, from his long association with them, i:;nd boldly faced alternative, though his heart ti.uttered pamfully. It was evident that the chiefs liked not the protection at once given the boy by White Snake, though there was exceptio.n, and he. placed himself by the 8lde of Eddie, nnd 11Ud, calmly: "BiJl Thunder &Q'S with the WlUtQ SP \e.

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    Yellow Bair, the Boy Chief ot the Pawnee .. 11 that thls la not the tlme to kill the boy of the pale-faces. "Let us wait." "But why wait, when the pale-face, whom we loved and trusted, has entered the secret Council Lodge? "ls he a spy? Or does he seek to become a chief in wis dom before he has cast off the years of a pappoose?" und Feather glanced around upon the crowd for reply, but more particularly let his gaze fall upon White Snake, who answered, in his low, deep tones: "The White Snake is no coward to spare "Yes." The maiden made no reply, ?mt walked along with Flying Feather and hts prisouer until the Guard Lodge was reached. There was always kept there a warrior, who acted as sentry, and under his charge the boy was placed by the chief, with orders to keep him there until the return from the war-trail. Then the young chief and the maiden walked away tqgether, leaving Eddie to his own sad reflections, and bolfnd hand and foot, lying upon a bear-robe. one he loves, and he says that the boy shall CHAPTER XIII die; but let him think over his crime until I our return from the war-trail, and then, when A BLOW m THE DA.RX. we have our, our people may FoRGETTmG his dangers, his sorrows and how the Sioux chiefs punish one who invades his Eddie Burg ess had sunk t
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    !ta.Ir, the Bo;v Chiet ot the tla1'Deflt. be o1f, and knowing well that the maiden had the fleetest and most long-enduring pony in the village herd, he was but too glad to take her at her word, and ride the animal, the possession of which had caused many a brave to envy her. "The Little Thunder waits for Yellow Hair at the corral up the valley; will the Star Eyes see him and bid him farewell for me?" The Star Eyes will do as the Yellow Hair wishes," was the reply. Can the Yellow Hair do any favor for the Star Eyes?" asked the boy. '"-.The pale-face has spoken; for the Star Eyes asks him, if ever the Elying Feather is the captive of his people, that he sets him free, as the Yellow Hair is now bid go. "The Yellow Hair will remember, and !lids the Star Eyes good-by," He held forth his hand and the maiden grasped it warmly, and the boy turned away, and taking up his weapons, which Star Eyes had brought him from his tepee, started off at a rapid run. He soon reached the spot where the Indian girl left her fleetest pony for him, and mounting him in haste set off in the darkness, for the first tim'e in his long cap tivity with real joy and hopein ms heart. That he must ge( ahead of the Sioux he well knew, and he made a detour to avoid them, for he had learned the country well, and kept his pony at a canter until lung after the rising of the sun, when he halted for rest and food, for the Star Eyes had not let him come off without a bag of provisiorul which she had hung to his saddle for him. CHAPTER XIV. tive to the lodge, and left him on a bear robe stcurely bound. He had not felt it necessary to look at the thongs that held the boy, and had believed him sleeping, when there came a sudden blow upon his head, and he knew no more until he returned to consciousness and found the boy gone, and himself in durance vile. That Yellow Hair had freed himself of hill thongs and dealt the blow, no one, excepting the Star Eyes and Little Thunder, doubted, and that he had taken the swiftest horse in the village herd, on which to make his es cape, proved that he meant not to be retaken if he could prevent it. it was decided to send a runner after White Snake and make known the es cape of the pate-face boy; but this the Medi cine Chief would not permit, as he said the warriors must have nothing on their"lllinds other than the work before them. But the old chief ordered a score of young braves to mount the fleetest horses, and fol low on the trail of the daring young fugi# tive. Claiming that Yellow Hair had taken her hone, Star Eyes said she would also accom1 pany the pul-suing party, at least for a short distance, and she called upon Little Thunder to mount his pony and go with her, to serve as an escort, should she return alone. The Mediciae Chief, ber father, demurred at this, but the maiden was firm, and the score of young bucks started off, w1th the Indian girl and boy in their midst. The trail of Star Eyes's pony was easily followed, owing to a peculiarity of his hoofs, which were exceedingly narrow, and at a &al lop the pursuers went on in chase, while, twenty miles ahead, the fugitive was calmly sleeping in a clump of cottonwoods, and his THE PURSUIT. pony was regaling himself upon luxuriant THERE was great excitement in the Sioux grass and resting himself at the same time. village, the morning after the departure of Yellow Hair was certaiuly very much fa the warriors upon the war-path, when the tigued, for he slept late into the afternoon, discovery was made that the daring pale-face and awoke with a start. boy, who had attempted to hear the council His pony had enjoyed his grassy feast to of the chiefs, by invading the Medicine his stomach s content, and wMstanding in Lodge, had escaped. an attitude of deep attention and gazing out The Indians were in a fever heat anyhow, upon the prairie. at the departure of their best fighting braves Instantly Eddie Burgess followed the di upon a dangerous trail, and when Runner, rection of the mustang s gaze, and a cry es. the red-skin guard, was found bound and caped his lips as he saw a number of horse. gagged, and with a gash in his head from a men approaching the timber, and not a quarsevere blow, they were almost wild. ter of a mile Runner had fully recovered his senses, but From the .J>OS1t1on of the sun m the western he had been too firmly tied and gagged to sky he knew that he had sl ept for hours, but even move or cry out, and he seemed most congratulated himself upon awakening iJl happy when relieved from his unpleasant I time to escape his pursuers, for their actions predicament. proved that they were following upon his His story was soon told. trail. Feather had brouaht the bQY cap-Bad he been in doubt, the warriors he

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    -. Yellow Hair, the Boy Chier or the Pawnees. recognized as Sioux from the village and he also saw in their midst Star Eyes and Little Thunder. I know what they have come for. "It is to save me if I am caught. But they'll not catch me, I reckon, for my horse)s fresh as a daisy and theirs are jaded and Show that they have pushed them hard." So saying, the boy saddled Birdfoot, as Star Eyes Jiad named her horse, seized his rifle and traps, and, mounting, rode out of lie timber just as the Sioux came in good rane;e. There were several rifles and muskets a.mong the party, and, recognizing the boy, they :fired upon him, while they gave vent to wild yells. Finding that the bullets whistled unpleas antly near, Eddie gave Birdfoot the rein, and he went like an arrow across the prairie. In vain did the Indians urge on their tired horses for Birdfoot was fresh, and had he not be:in there was no animal among those on his tr:W that could equal him in speed and endurance. The boy; well knew that the rifle he carried would kill at the distance he was from the Sioux; but he cared not to fire upon those among whom he had dwelt so long, and, be-,..sides he would not have risked a shot for fear killing either Star Eyes or Little Thunder. Keeping out of range, Yellow Hair held on his way until night fell, and, when it was too dark to be seen, he square off to the left and waited upon the prairie until the hoof -falls of the ponies told him they had pass ed on. Then he set off in a gallop upon a course that he knew led him by the shortest route to the Pawnee camp. He had ridden only a few miles when he suddenly dashed upon a camp on the prairie. No camp-fires had been lighted, and n;ien and their well-trained horses were all lymg down together, hidden in the deep grass. His sudden coming had bronght scorea of braves and ponies to their feet, for they had been watching his coming, and, as he wheeled in flight they started in pursuit. As htf ooked back he heard wild yells, and saw hundreds inslead of scores in hot
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    18 Bair, tile Boy Chiel ot kb. i'awnee .. CHAPTER XVI. Again he peered earnestly the hol'l!e that was third in the race, and aga.m he hesitated, llAKING UBB OP A FOB. whil e he said: EVEN in the mortal peril of his descen& "Big Thunder rides a cream-colored pony, the brave oor had glanced over his shoulder and that may be old Thunder, and I'll let him to see if White Snake and his warriors, un off. mindful of danger, took the fearful leap ill "But here goes for number four, no mat-the dark over the precipice. ter who it is." But the hasty glance showed him that they A.a he spoke, his rifle flashed, and a wild had drawn suddenly up, and he knew that war -cry followed and he saw the fourth horse>he went alone into the dark depths below man from him fall heavily from his saddle. him, and which perhaps might be the depths A furious chorus of war-cries followed the of death. shot, and they caused to 18;8h In fact, he had no hope that it would prove Birdfoot savagely, and, snortmg with otherwise. the animal bounded on for a few paces with Bracing himself as as he he renewed speed. . clung to his horse, and though the animal But it did not last, and still his pursuel'll turned twice over, he never left his seat. gained rapidly. Then, feet first, Birdfoot went down'!ard, They won t shoot me because the.Y wish cleaving the air like an arrow, and, with a to kill me by torture, and they think they've report that echoed like the explosion of a got me, and I don't know but what they cannon, struck the water and sunk beneath think right," he grimly added. the flood. A few more bounds and the staggering In the shock that followed the boy lost Birdfoot was in the shadow of the timber. hold of his trusty rifle, and the waters tore But so were his purs u e rs, or at least half a from him his bow. and quiver of arrows. dozen of them, with hundreds more stretch-But he felt that he was safe, that he was ing a mile back, and the white horse not a not hurt and yet knew that Birdfoot had dozen lengths behind him. been for not a struggle did the noble To dodge was impossible, and all the boy animal make in the waters. could do was to hold on his way. Rising to the surface, Eddie struck out for But suddenly before him he heard a roar, the bank opposite to the precipice, and soon e.nd there, almost beneath the feet of his gained it. horse, was a deep abyss. Seating himself, he began to ponder over Ile knew at a glance that he was on the. his miraculous escape, and wonder what was verge of a precipice; and that the river lay a best for him to do, when the voices o! the hundred feet b e low, and he rememb e red Sioux on the cliff toJt:l him that they beli e ved hearing the warriors tell of that very spot_. him dead, and hence felt no further anxiety He could rein Birdfoot back and save hunon his account. self the fearful leap; but he knew that death Listening to their conversation, he diswould soon follow. covered that they iPtend e d to go into camp No it was certain death to be taken, and it in the timber, and distinctly heard White as sure death to go over that filzzy Snake's deep tones give th.e order to stake hight. the ponies out upon the prame, and set hall In times of mortal peril we think with a dozen guards over .the m. lightning rapidity, and at once did Eddie "Ahal only half a dozen guardll over a Burgess decide upon hiii course. thousand ponies! Ho "l'I ould take the leap. "well, I guess the!'P,'B no need of my goDid his horse falter, he would spring from ing on foot the rest of the way tu aett1ebim nnd take the leap alone. ments muttered the bqy triumphantly. a.nd But the animal was blind with fatigue, wd at once he entered the stream agam &lid only rushed onward, urged by the lash, !'-nd swam for the other shore. even his instinct so benumbed'"that he failed I It was difilcult to fin-I \\ landing, as the \0 recognize the ahead. rocks were like walls, bui after going down The next instant, m grim silence, Yellow stream for some distance J\tl cained a footing, Ha r saw the precipice beneath the forefeet and as cautiously as he cou1.l clambered up of his horse, and then the animal bounded the steep bank. forth into the air, seemed to be pois.ed for a At last he reached the wC'C'dland above, moment, and then went downwimlw1th fe_arand knew that the Indian was near, ful :velocity, while a wild, terrified llhriek though all was as silent as fue grave, and, burai from the doomed horse. } not W1Slll.I1g to attract attention, ,.-.JY had not --built a single fire. The last straggler had come m. J\

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    Yellow Hair, the Boy Ohiet of the Pawnee.. and Yellow Hair at once set aoout tne auty guards, who were fiiny a hundred yardt before him. from him. Making a detour on the prairie, he soon But he did not urge the horse on until he came in sight of the numerous ponies resting could himself no longer discern any of the and feeding after their run. herd, and then he threw himself into the sad-To approach the herd and not be seen by dle, and could hardly suppress a cry of joy. the watchful sentinels, he knew was next to But though he had escaped, and had a impOBBible, should he go in an upright posigood horse under him, he knew that he had tion. a long ride before him, and that he was un But throwing himself upon his face, he bearmed, excepting his knife, his pistol having gan to creep through the tall grass. been lost in his leap over the cliff. Aa noiselessly almost as a snake he con-But Eddie Burgess was no boy to despair, tinued his way, until suddenly he saw a dark and with a bold heart he turned the head of object near him. his horse toward the settlements. It was a pony feeding, and he knew he was within the line of sentinels, and in the CHAPTER Xvrr. midst of the herd. FIGHTING FATE. Creeping still further, he suddenly stood DETERMINED to lose no time in his pur-up, and saw around him nulllerous ponies, pose to warn the Pawnee village of their who eyed him curiously as he went near danger, and through their runners to spread them, but showed no dread of him. the news through the settlements and forts, From one part of the herd to the other he Eddie Burgess kept the noble white animal went boldly, for he did not anticipate being he b e strode at a steady and rapid gallpp. seen there by the sentinels, and every horse His life among the Indians had taught him was critically: examined. well how to shape his course by the stars, It was evident that he was searching for and he held steadily for the eastward with some particular animal, for whenever he saw perfect confidence that he was going right. a white horse, up to him he went and scruti-His horse, although he had been pushed nized him closely. hard by White Snake in the chase after This is Flying Feather's horse, and he'll Birdfoot, did not seem to show fatigue, and do, if I can't find the Snake's," he muttered, little cared for the weight upon his back in which told the secret of his careful search. comparison with the two hundred pounds of At last, near the edge of the timber, h the chief. came upon coveted steed, and examined "The Snake was right in saying this was. him most closely, to see that there could be the fastest animal on the prairies," said no doubt. Eddie, more and more pleased with the capN o, there was none, for at the lariat pin ture he had so daringly made. lay the saddle and bridle of the renegade "I can stand the hunger if the white will chief. only stand the journey, and he can have Quickly saddling the animal, he pulled up plenty to eat and drink," the young rider the pin and moved slowly through the herd said, as was his wont, talking aloud to him toward the outer edge. self. Arriving near where he thought a sentinel I And it looked as though the white must be, the cunning boy did not boldly I horse would stand the ride well, for when push out upon the prairie, but staking out the sun rose, and he had been for five hows the white once more, he pulled up a lariat on the way without a halt, he still kept up pin of a ponr near by, and drove him toward his seemingly untiring lope, that be the open prairie. hind him seven miles to the hour r.s regularly Almost instantly he was headed off by a as clock-work. who arose from the grass, and catchShortly after sunrise Yellow Hair halted mg him, again drove the lariat stake into the in some timber, where was a cool stream and ground. plenty of grass, both of which Snake, Going some distance up the line, he again as the boy named the horse, greatly enjoyed, turned a pony loose, and this one was also I and only one of which he could indulge in. driven back by the guard. He viewed the animal almost enviously ru1 'Ihen he knew just the distance apart the he saw him the juicy grass, for hs sentinels were, and he went back and led the 1 had not eaten anythmg since the morning be white to a spot half-way between them. I fore, excepting a piece of jerked buffalo Lying down once more in the grass, he meat he had munched in his flight. gradually edged out of the line, leading the I Remembering his long sleep of the pre white steed, who leisurely browsed along, vlous day, which had so nearly cost him his and at last felt that he had passed life, he would not permit himself to taks mmout attractin& the attention of the 'Indian even a na,p, and walked about vi&orously to

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    18 Yellow Bair, the Bo7 Chief ot the keep awake while waiting for his horse to eat and rest. After two hours' stop he mounted and once more pressed on in the same steady lope aa before, and did not again halt until afternoon, when again he gave the faithful animal a rest. At sunset, seeing no signs of pursuers across the prairie, he once more drew rein in a small motte, and as he saw the enjoyment with which the animal partook of his food, and felt the gnawings of intense hunger in his stomach, he said, earnestly: '' I do 'l}'.ish I was a horse, or at least could eat grass.(' But he was not a horse, and could not eat grass, and was obliged to suffer on, while, not daring to give war to the drowsiness that possessed him, he again rode on. And all through the long night he pressed on, and at a pace that he knew must keep him well in advance of the White Snake and his band, and bring him the next in the neighborhood of the Pawnee camp, from what he knew of its locality through the talking of the Sioux. But then, to his dismity, he began to at last see signs of failing in his noble horse. He slackened hie pace a little and it seemed to help the animal, and mile after mile was again left behind. mltted to Ming saddled, and again sei oat with some show of his former style. But he had gone too far, and been driven too hard to keep it up for a great length of time, and within an hour was again alq,ng with head lowered. But Yellow Hair felt that he could no longer spare him, and kept him urged to his utn:.ost, until he left the prairie and entered upon rolling woodland. He knew that the Pawnee camp could not be many miles away, and to meet some scout or hunter; but in vain he looked and hoped, for not a human being was in sight. For awhile the change from a level to hills seemed to cause the horse to rally, as other muscles besides those so long and steadily used were brought into play; but it was a spurt that soon gave out, and at last the ut terly worn-down animal could go no further, and eame to a halt. "Well, good horse, you have done your best, and I don't believe another could do what you have, so I'll not force you further," and, so saying, Yellow Hair took off the sad dle and bridle, and on a limb of a tree near the ammal affection ately, and, at a swinging Indian trot, struck off on foot, not yet conquered by the advenie circumstances that beset his path. But it was evident that the horse was very weary, and when, at dawn, a piece of timber CHAPTER XVIII. was reached, through which glided a cool, AN UNLOOKED-FOR FOE. crys tal stream, itsoanks hidden beneath HARDLY had Yellow Hair gone fifty yards luxuriant the horse bowed hie tired from his horse, who was looking after him head and ate nor drank, Yellow Hair wistfully, as though sorrowful at being de became indeed alarmed for him. serted as soon as he could do no more, when Forgetting his own pangs of hunger, he he came to a sudden stop. dismounted, stripped \ off the saddle, and And :ijo wonder, for right in his pathway,_ with bunches of grass groomed the animal he saw something he h'ad little dreamed of for an hour, and then led him to stream. seeing, and enough to strike terror to the Instantly he thrust his nostrils into heart of any man. the cool waters and took a generous draught, It was not one of White Snake's band that yet he seemed too tired yet to feed, and lay had headed him off, nor one of the score of down to rest his worn-out limbs. warriors that had been pursuwg him. Yellow Hair watched him anxiously, and Nor was it a human being. t then, to keep himself awake, he took a bath, On the contrary, it was a wild beast, and and while sitting down, on his mocone which the boy well knew to be one of casins, for he was rigged out in full Indian the most dangerous animals to b e met with toggery, he fell fast asleep. in the hills and mountains of the West. A waking with a start he was on hie fjlet in It was a panther, with the glare of deviltry an instant, and for a moment seemed bewil-in his eyes, as he crouched in the path of the dered, for it was hard for him to collect his brave youth, and not ten paces from him. worn-out, scattered senses; but catching sight It was an unexpected foe, and one to be of his horse near, no longer lying down, but shunned unlesamost thoroughly armed, and '1Uietly feeding, he recalled all, and though confident in one's own powers to meet and unrefreshed by his nap, and suffering greatly, subdue any danger. determined to press on once more, for time But Eddie as I have said, was was most precious to him he well knew. armed only with his long knife, and he was a The faithful ltorse seemed to appreciate boy about to face what few men dare mee& fullJ' the boy's situatiou. and willingly sub-ill deadly combat. /

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    Tellow Hair, the Bo7 Chief ot the Pawnee .. The panther crouched low, as though pre paring for the fatal leap, and dragged him self inch by inch nearer his enemy, while he lashed his tail nervously. The boy knew that he dare not attempt to retreat, for that would at once bring on the :fight. -Yet he dared not meet the panther could it be avoided. Calmly, even in the face of such danger, he ripped up his outer sliirt of buck:skin, and wrapped it securely around his left arm. Then he tightened his belt, and, with his knife held in an iron gripe, marched boldly upon the savage beast. If the struggle must come he would force the fighting and bring it on at once, ending the battle as best he could. The panther, somewhat awed at the bold approach of the youth, gave ground, but re treated backward, and still the more ner vously switched his tail. Yellow Hair kept his eyes upon those of the beast, and seeing him show signs of weakening advanced still more rapidly. But the panther had evidently met human foes before, and finding that the shot he ex nected evidently, did not come, he halted, and though Yellow Hair advanced steadily refused to retreat further. Most anxious to avoid, if in his power, the unequal combat, Eddie Burgess tried the ef fect of a backward movement himself. It seemed just what the beast wanted, for with a savage whine, he trotted quickly to ward the youth, but halted when his enemy again advanced. Yet, advance as he might, the boy could drive him no further, and with the same the glittertng teeth, wblch tbls ttme plercec! through to the bone. But without a wince at the pam, the brave 'youth again thrust his knife into the red hide, and the blood spurted in torrents from the wound. But the cruel claws also tore gashes in the breast and legs of the boy, and he felt tbil* the tight was indeed one to the death. But he would not say die, and his nerve not leaving him he took one savage bite, to get a good tbru'.st at the side of the brute, and that thrust went home, for the blade cut into the heart of the panther. Down he dropped, dragging the after him but the jaws at once relaxed their gripe, and the human had triumphed over the brute. Springing to his feet, Eddie felt the necessity of instantly somethmg to save his life, for he v:as bleeding freely from a dozen gashes and bites. His horse'he saw had not moved even dur mg the struggle, and he knew that help there was useless. Running to the stream near by, he bathed and bound up his wounds as well as he could to stanch the flow of blood, and with a at the dead brute, again set forth in a trot to endeaver to reach the Pawnee vil. lage before he fainted from weakness. On, on he went, almost blind with the ex ertions he mach to keep up, and the loss of blood but still deterlnined, and at last, just as he 'felt that he could go no further, he reached the top of a hill, and in the valley below beheld hundreds ot tepees spread oui before his eyes. reckless feeling that had urged him in every CHAPTER XIX. desperate danger of his life before, the darTHE w ABNING. ing boy at bay determined to at once solve WITH the proverbial laziness of Indians, the doubt of who wris to be the master, the w1ien not on the war-path, or hunting, the human or the brute. Pawnees were taking it very coolly in theil With a ringing yell he sprung toward the village and little dreaming of danger panther, which jumped lightly backward for were busy for Ina couple of bounds, then halted, crouched dian women even are gossips, and the chil and gave the leap he had so long meditated. d,ren were working harder in playing games, Quick as a flash Eddie sprung aside; and than they ever would to earn a living, while the panther missed his game and fell heavily, the warriors lolled about in tlie shade, some and deep into his back went the keen blade, asleep, otners smoking, many .gambling, fox driven with a hand that meant to kill. inveterate gamblers are red-skins, and a few It hit hard, but it did not kill, and with a rubbing up their weapons. terrific shriek of commingled rage and pain N 0 guards were kept over the village, for the brute turned upon his foe. the Pawnees were at peace with the paleInstantly his jaws closed upon the buckfaces, and they littlt: danger fro!ll skin bundled arm, while another blow of the 'lither Cheyenne or Sioux, their natural foe.s, knife entered his neck and caused him to re80 ne.<>.r the white settlements and the big lease bis hold of the arm and spring the forts. throat of his enemy. The Indian children were the first to make But the boy was like lightning in hi. tne discovery that a strange looking being movements, perfectly calm and full of nerve, was coming i.!!!l> the village. and &,Kai11 the shielded arm was i., Disma,yed at his appearance, for he WBI

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    ao Yellow Ha.Ir, the Boy Cblel of the Pawnee-. covered with blood from head to foot. and the youth was nearly starved and half tlee.d his clothes were in tatters, they fled, and. this for want of sleep. caused the squaws to discover the cause. A.t once he had a nutritious dish, or rather Instantly their wild chattering made the gourd, of Indian meal prepared, and gave it warriors understand that something of an to the boy, who ate it gre e dily, and then told unusual nat ure was going on, and waking up his story to the Medicine Chief and Whitt and arousing themselves from their smoking Eagle, who had been sent for. and gambling, they saw a mere boy coming "I have sent my young men to the forts toward the tepees at a staggering trot and s e ttlements, to give the warning y o u He wore no head-dress, was a pale face, have given me, and my warriors are all ready though tanned to the hue of an Indian alfor the battle, and the squaws and childre11 most; had long golden hair, unkempt and in safety," said White Eagle. tangled, and his face was scarred and bleed"What number of warriors hava you?" ing, his breast severely torn, his leggins in asked Eddie Burgess. tatters, and his left arm hanging limp at his Four hundred." side and severely mangled, it s e emed. "The y will be swept away if they meet "Is this White Eagle's village of Pawthe Sioux on the open P.lain here," was the nees?" cool remark of the boy; and seeing the asThe question came hastily from the lips of tonishment of the two chiefs, he continu e1l: Eddie Burgess, and was addressed. to half a "The White Snake is a white rene gade hundred warriors whom hecoufronted. chief, and knows well how to fight his "The pale-face boy speaks straight," said braves. an old chief, and then he added: "Besides, he has a thousand picked war" The White Eagle is here." riors and ponies with him." "Then call your warri
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    Yellow Ha.Ir, the1}1o;y Chief' ot' the Pawnee .. lt with a ptn, and mounted on a mustang, rode side or side with the head chief. echoes were drowned 1n tbe rattle CJf m.aily rifles, while hundreds of deadly arrows were poured upon the crowded mass of horsemen with fearful effect. After a ride of two leagues they crune to the scene of the panther fight, and the war riors upon the boy with renewed admiration when they looked upon the dead CHAPTER XXL .. brute. THE BOY CBJEF. As nervy as his boy rider, the white horse WHITE SN.AXE was not a second In diahad also rallied, and W88 feeding quietly I covering that he had been caught in his own when they rode up, and knowing the value trap, and that it was a case of the Intended of the animal, Eddie at once seize
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    Yellow Hair, the Boy Chief ot the Pawnees. dered and scalped, White Eagle determined to at once press on in chase of those who had gon e to strike the deadly blow. Already was the command upon his lips to.,follow him, when he was checked by Yel low Hair, who cried quickly: If you retreat with your warriors from your position here, you leave the pass un guarded, and the Sioux yonder will pursue you, and you will be between two fires. "The pale-face is a pappoose warrior, and his words are wisdom; but what is the White Eagle to do?" "Let the White Eagle give quiet orders to '""'half of his braves here to silently retreat to their ponies, and pursue the Sioux, while rem ainder sta)' here to d e fend this pass, and ke ep back those foes yonder." Thenand of the White Eagle fell heavily upon the shoulder of the lad, who winced under the pain the stroke caused to shoot through every woi:rlid, while he fairly hissed forth: "The pale-face boy shall be a Pawnee chief in my tribe, for his words are wise, and his heart is as brave as any warrior among my people. "Let him remain here, and my warriors sh all obey him as their chief, and the White Eagle will ride on with half of his braves on the trail of the Sioux who go to burn my village." Eddie Burgess was positively astounded at the honor and importance thrust so suddenly upon hill young shoulders; but_ he rallied from his surprise, and at once set to work planning to defeat the cunning of the Sioux who had retreated to a distance, and were evidentlv plotting mischief and revenge. White Snake, In whose presence they seemed to feel was their safety. __ But the leaders who were left over them, saw the madness of this move, and they could but stand and talk, while their tired polliea got the rest and food they so much needed. But, worst of all, as soon as the day grew bright, the infuriated Sioux were forced to stand and see the Pawnees descend by scores from the sides of the canyon, and begin the, to them, pleasing duty of scalping their dead and wounded foes, at the same time bestow ing upon the latter all kinds of torture which Indian cruelty could dictate. To drive them from their red work, the Sioux quickly mounted their ponies, and came forward at a gallop, as though intend ing to break through the canyon, or to attack the stro n ghol d But a few jumps carried the gloating Paw nees back to their retreats, &lid with savage yells the Sioux swooped round and retreated to the prairie once more, while the red work again was renewed in the canyon. Thus severa1 hours passed away, and anx iouslyhad the Pawnee(! listened to the hot fightmg being waged in the direction of their village, and wondered what the end would be. Toward noon an Indian courier arrived with news for Yellow Hair, the Boy Chief, and he came from White Eacrle. He had a sad story to te'Ii of the fury of White Snake against the village, the ma.ssaere of many squaws and children, the burn ing of tepees, and then the fierce fight that followed when White Eagle and his braves came up. They had forced the retreat of the Sioux, it was true, but not until the saddest of red scenes had been left behind them, and the \ CHAPTER XXII. Pawnees, from the true aim of their foes, THE RED TRAIL OF THE SERPENT. were so crippled by the loss of their ponies, IT was growing light rapidly, when the they had not force enough to pursue and White Eagle and his two hundred braves deseek parted, and the Boy Chief, whose autho rity The White Eagle begged the Boy Chief, if now not one of the remaining warriors dishe thought proper, to send him on the ponies pu.ted, determined to make as great a show of the warnors under his command, and as ot fotce as possible, so dispatched small many braves as he dare d spare him. bands on either side of the canyon, to show Instantly Yellow Hair ordered fifty war tl;lemselves upon the hills, that the Sioux out riors to go to the aid of White Eagle, and to on the prairie might think they had a large carry with them any pony capable of doing number to attack. good work in chasing the retreating Sioux. It was evident that those who had retreated The r ed-sk ins on the prairie also heard the out of the ambush, were considerably nonfiring at the Pawnee village, and grew most plus e d by their defeat, and were alarmed for nervous, for they knew their desperate chief, the safety of the White Snake, and their comWhite Snake, was having it hot and fierce, rades whom they had seen follow him at his and they were unable to go to his aid. call. But when the firing further and fur.tlad the canyon not been blocked up with ther away, and it was evident that their com half a hundred horses and three-score dead, rad es were retreating, perhaps flying in hot with many wounded, they would boldly have r haste before vastly inferior numbers, they ttem,pted to and rejoiu Uie suddenly mounted their and Jll

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    Yellow Bair, the BoJ' Chlet of the Pawnee9o 1a darkness came on moved slowly toward the canyon as though to make a last, desperate attack. But in vain the waited, peering through the darkness, as the time passed away and no attack was begun, until, to re the suspense, Yellow Hair sent out sev eral good scouts, and before long triumphant war-cries were heard out on the prairies. They came, too, from the throats of Paw nee warriors, and before long it was known that the Sioux had retreated, and were then far away across the prairie .After a long night of waiting, the dawn again broke, and a shout of triumph arose from every Pawnee brave who gazed out upon the prairie, for nowhere was there visi ble a Sioux, other than the dead in the can mingling with the triumphant war cries, soon 8.fter came the wailing of sorrow, for upon 'returning to the valley where had been their fine village, they found only ashes and the dead carcasses of braves, women, children, ponies and dogs, for the Sioux had shown no mercy to mankind or beast. Huddled together on the hillside, burying their scalpless dead, were the women children who had escaped the massacre, while White Eagle and his gallant warriors were far away, close on the trail of their enemies, who, witli the venom of hatred, had swooped down upon the settlement, spreadin<> death and desolation in their trail. it was bad enough, all knew, from the old est warrior down to the pappoose; but that-it woul d have been far worse, and none left to tell the talc, had it not been for Yellow Hair, all fully realized, and with almost awe and marked respect the red-skins gazed upon their Boy Chief, and not one was there who raised a dissenting voice to the honor con ferred upon a pale face boy, for they deemed that he had well won his rank, and he had shown himself in every way fitted to com mand. Two days pas s ed away, and rallying from their grief, the Pawnees were putting up new lodges and rebuilding their village, when back upon the desolate scene, weary, haggard and stern-faced, came White Eagle and the remnant of his band. But over the sad faces suddenly gleamed malignant joy, for in the midst of the Paw nee braves were a score of captive Sioux, th" two most prominent being Big Thunder and Flying Feather. But White Snake, with his usual luck, had led his warriors on their red trail and escaped in and none dare follow bim to his lllOUJltain fastnesses. CHAPTER XXI1I. THE CAPTIVE OHIEl'll, THOUGH not of a serious nature, tM wounds of Yellow Hair were very painful, and he was glad enough to get rest in a new ly-erected tepee, and be under the especial care of the Medicine Chilt of the village. His years of captivity among the Sioux had made him as much Indian as pale-face, and he spoke the Pawnee tongue "l'{ell enough when a little boy to pick ii up 8.fter a few days' practice. His life among the Sioux White Eagle had made known to his and it at once was spread over the village with the same celerity that a piece of news of an interesting kind will travel in a civilized community, for many of the habits of barbarism are strangely alike to those of civilization. If Yellow Hair had wanted a huntingshirt and pair of when he came to the Pawnee village, he did not have that need long, for all the maidens of the tribe vied with each other in making for him all kinds of apparel from the finest dressed skins, and the young braves erected for their Boy Chief a tepee that even surpassed that of White Eagle himself. The Pawnees were not a peeple to be crush ed by misfortunes, iyid their village rapidly grew in size and 'beauty under industriou1 hands, while their grief for their dead was mitigated in a great measure by the consola tion.of anticipated revenge, which to them was a ruling passion. They had taken many scalps, and they had a score of clo8ely-guarded Sioux captives, among whom were two great chiefs, whom they were keeping for a state occasion, when they were to be put to death by torture ol. the most fearful kind, and which the tor turers of the tribe were daily studying up to make more terrible than even Indian deviltry and refinement of cruelty had ever concocted before. r The occasion of state was to be when the village was wholly rebuilt, and there was to be held a triumphant scalp-dance, which was to be followed by the exercises in which the Sioux prisoners were to be the unfortunate participants. Of two of those prisoners the Boy Chief often thought, and he conned over and over in his mind as to what course he would pur sue in regard to them. For the others he did not care, but for Big Thunder and Flying Featller he did care. Not but that he knew they both richly deserved death, b'ut he had taken a fancy to the stern-faced old chief after his ef. fort to set him free, and he had given his to Star Eyes that her lover should die. if in his power to ave him.

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    Yellow Hair, the Boy Chief of the P a'W'llee 13ut how to them was the question. As soon as he felt himself again, the Boy Chief dressed in his toggery and sallied forth to visit the prisoners. He found the rank of the two chiefs recog nized even by their foes, for they were con fined in a tepee together, while their braves were kept in a log pen not far distant, and secmel,v bound as well as imprison e d. During their intimacy with the whites the Pawnees had learned some of their methods oj acting toward prisoners, and some of the light-finger e d having stolen several pairs of handcuffs. these had been d ev oted to the use of Big Thunder and Flying Feather, where coillll}on rawhide thongs served for the Sioux warriors. Ascertaining from the two weeks guarding th
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    Yellow Hair, the Bo;y Chier of the Pawnee&. cause CO :OOfriend him; he kept this I untn suddenly a sllglit sound was ll.eard al secret to himself. the back of the tepee. But Flying Feather had not been made a What it was they did not know, but listenc onfidant by Star and knew_ no mo-ing more attenti.vely, di s covered it to ba t1ve why Yellow llau should save him from the noise made m cuttmg through cloth, fo r death. their tepee wse an army tent, which the Not knowing that Star Eyes haken a dozen words. The Yellow Hair promised not to save In silence and still as bronze 11tatues t!1ey them. listened. 1 They are Sioux warriors and must mid Then for the third time came the call of their fate. the sad-noted night-bird. "Let the Big Thunder and Flying Feather n was nearer, too, to the tepee. carry their chains to the first deep stream sun and outwardly calm they remaineu, and cast them in, that suspicion of aidila&

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    Yellow Hair, the 807 Chief ot the Pawnee .. their may not fall upon any one tn the Pawnee village. Go a-a.d tell the Star Eyes and Little Thunder that the Yellow Hair sends them his heart, while to the White Snake say that the Boy Chief of the Pawnees will yet avenge his last cruel massacre of pale-faces and the people of the White Eagle's tribe. "Got" There was no sentiment in either of the chiefs to cause them to wish to be tortured to death with thoir less fortunate warriors, and knowing that time was life with them, the;r hastily obeyed the bidding of the Boy Chief and rode away. As the Boy Chief was retracing his way quietly and cautiously to his teepee, a tall form suddenly rose up 'l:S'efore him. I Although taken unawares, was ready to meet a foe in the t g of an eye, and said, quickly: I am Yellow. Hair, the Boy Chief. Who is it that stands in my path t" "The Yellow Hair shoula know Pateka," was the calm reply. The Boy Chief knew well that Pateka was one of the young warriors who was jealous of his influence and reputation, and whom he felt had only waited an opportunity to be his pronounced foe. What Pateka knew of where he had been and what doing he could not tell, and yet the bold manner of the Indian in confronting him as he did, gave him the idea that he had aeen his apparent treachery to the Pawnees. If this was the case he knew that he was lo s t, and he was determined that he would find out just what the red-skin did know. Bo he said, calmly: ' The Yell ow Hair does know Pateka, and he would ask him why he crawls like a snake in his path?" Does the Yellow Hair fear Pateka ?" con temptuously asked the Indian. "As he would a snake who would hide, and, unseen, strike at him in the dark / he fears Pateka," was the reply of Yellow Hair. The Indian dropped his hand quickly upon bis knife, and answered: "Does the pale-face pappoose chief call I Pateka a snake?" Infuriated at the red-skin, and seeing that his intention seemed to be to force a quarrel with him, and even a combat, Yellow Hair said sternly: Yes, he is a snake with an evil spirit heart. '' He has been dogging the steps of Yellow H." air. And he has eyes," was the laconic repiy of the Indian. ''He dare not tell what he bu 11ee11," said "Pateka will tell the In -;;;;nncll all that his eyes saw, and he will speak straight when he tells them that the Yellow Hair trembles before Pateka." This was too much for the Boy Chief, and quick as a flash he sprm1g upon the Indian, and ere he could prevent had him by the throat and his hand over his heart with the knife grasp e d firmly in it. Now what says Pateka ?" "Pateka will meet the Yellow Hair with his knife," said the Indian, anxious to shake off the gripe and a fight on fairer terms for him, than bemg taken by surprise as he was. "I will meet him," said the Boy Chief. "Then let Pateka go for Fawnfoot, his friend, and the Yellow Hair for one of his red brothers, that they may see which is the snake and the coward, the red-skin or the pale-face." The Boy Chief at once saw through the in tention of the cunning Indian and determined to thwart it. Could he get witnesses to the combat, then he could make known what he had discov ered, and even though he killed the red-skin, he would have his revenge in dying with the lcnowledge that his act that night would bring disgrace upon him. No, the Yellow Hair does not fear to fight alone. Let Pateka come " Where would the Yellow Hair go?" "To yonder valley." "Why not here?" is a fool, for the Yellow Bair is o f bird to go into a trap, led by an Indian :fio hates him." '' Pateka will not go alone with the Yellow Hair!" "Pateka shal,J., or the Yellow Hair will kill him nowt" I The Indian k'new that he was at the nlercy of the Boy Chief, for he had his knife pressed over hla heart, and his left hand grasped the scalping-knife in his belt, so tha' he was wholly in his power. Did he call out to alarm the village, then he knew he would be branded as a coward, no matter what fate would befall the Boy Chief. Outwitted, out-lnjun'd, and caught in hi1 own trap, he had but one alternative, and moved away as the Boy Chief led him. Reil.ching a quiet nook, and where the hills would break any sound of tha combl.\t, the Boy Chief said: Nbw let Pateka prepare to die, if he can not kill the Yellow Hair." H.e released his gripe on the Indian as he sl)Oke. and at once Pateka seized h.14 knife

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    Yellow Ha.Ir. the Boy Chief of the PaWDees. anl! sprung upon him like a panther on his prey In the darkness the quick eye of the Boy Chief saw the savage thrust the Indian made at him, and parried the blade skillfully, while he pressed him hard. Pateka had been considered a marvel in a knife encounter, and he believed he would be able to master the Boy Chief. He had seen just enough of his acts that ni"'ht to suspect he was treacherous, and coZild he prove it on him and conquer the famous young chief, he would become a great warrior himself. But there had not been more than a dozen passes made with the knives when the red skin knew he had more than his match to deal with. .. But he entered with desperation into the fight, and tried all in his power to either dis arm or kill his enemy. Seeing that the Indian was in deadly: earn est the Boy Chief p11t out all his strength and skill, and running in on him, seized his knife hand with his left, bent him backward, and sent his own blade the hilt in his breast. Quickly the blow was repeated, and then he smothered the death-cry of the young brave with his hand, and held him in his powerful and firm gripe until he knew the end had come. Then he dropped him upon the earth, and left him a corpse. Then Yellow Hair regained, unseen, his tepee, and in the morning when the escape of the Sioux was discussed,-and the body of Patek.a was found, them st of all who heard the dire tidings was the Boy Chief. Fearful of the escape of the rest of their prisoners, White Eagle, after ordering a large number of braves in pursuit of the fugitives, commanded that the Sioux be brought forth for torture, and the that fol lowed, my pen cannot kind reader. number two hundred and 11.fty, he suddenly left the Pawnee village, giving out that he would be absent for a few weeks. Then, straight to his old home he went, and who can picture the joyous welcome he received from those who loved him so de votedly, and who had long believed him dead. "Brother Charlie?" was almost his firs' question. All known of him was that a white boy was said to in a village of the Dog Soldier Sioux, with other captives, and it was believed and hoped that it was Charlie, as a scout had seen him since the massacre of the Babbitt family, but could tell as to the fate of Eddie to them who so aD.Xl ously sought for news. "I too believe it is Charlie, anu I have of late been devoting my energies to one pur pose, and that is, to make a raid in to the In dian country with a band. of trusty braves at my back, and rescue Charlie or die," said the young chief, firmly. In vain did those who loved him try to dissuade him from his purpose, for he was determined, and, after a short stay at home he returned to the Pawnee village. To the delight of his faithful band of young braves he led them to the settlement, where each one was equipped with a repeat. ing rifle, :revolvers and knife, and then r& turning to their village they began the work of drilling, until they became proficient in. the use of the r firearms. At last the Boy Chief seemed satisfied with his band of braves, and one night they mys teriously left camp, going none knew whither outside of the faithful few. Splendidly mounted and armed, the Boy Chief, with his fearless three hundred, seemed to dread no danger, and straight into the country of the hostile Sioux he went. One night, when within a few miles of the village of the Dog Soldier Sioux, whom he sought, and while resting preparatory to at tacking the camp at dawn, he was startled CHAPTER XXV. by seeing a Pawnee brave approach, accomTHE BOY CHIEF'S RAID. panied by a tall, fine-looking young man WHEN ft was wholly in his power to rewho, though clad as an Indian, was certainly turn to his home, Eddie Burgess seemed in a pale-face. no great hurry to do so, but devoted himself One look of the two ii;ito each other's faces, thoroughly to the tribe wllich had adopted and they sprung forward and grasped hands, him as its chief second onl'y to White-Eagle while two names wefe spoken with int.eJMle in power. feeling. With the spirit and talent he had shown Eddie I" from earliest boyhood, he organized all the "Charlier younger braves into a band, taught them For some moments neither spoke, and that they could accomplish all that older then one said: warrlorl! could and even more, and drilted I "You the chief of this Pawnee band t1 them into a discipline that was as strict aa "Yes, Charlie, and you?" that of a regiment. "Ohl I have heen a captive to the Sioux J(otten bis bailc1 com,pleW. and w since we parted, and only this niiht escaped.

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    Yellow Ila.Ir, the Boy Chief of the Pawnee-. "I eaw yonr camp, ana approacntng .b.eanl the Pawnee to:qgue, and knew I wBB safe, so called out to your Indian sentinel in his own tongue, and he led me to his chief, whom I find to be my brother. Oh, Eddie! what have we not gone throu?.h since that fearful night of Dl.88-' sacre.' Then the Boy Chief told bis strange story to his brother, and midnight having come round the Pawnees moved on to attack the Sioux village, Charlie acting'(88 guide. At break of day they dashed in upon their foes aud the surprise was complete, and the 'work of death equally so, for the Pa.wnees wreaked a fearful revenge for many past offenses which they had sWl'ered at the hands of their foes. In all this raid the daring of the Boy Chief won for him the greatest admiration from his own. braves, and his skill as a commander rendered him an object of hatred and terror to his foes. In the charge, which the Boy Chief led in person, he saw a horseman suddenly dis mount near a wigwam, seize a muffled form in his arms, and bounding back upon his mustang dash awa y at full speed. There W88 something familiar to the Boy Chief, in the general appearance of the Iri dian and after pressing on hard to get a better look at him, he cried aloud: It is the White Snake, and now comes my tum for revenge, and the settlement of debts outstanding between us." CHAPTER XXVL TRAILING A SNAKE. THE horsem a n in advance W88 not very 1ong in discovering that he was pursued, and that he recognized his pursuer seemed evi dent from the manner in which he urged his horse on, lashing him furiously and cruelly at every bound, and keeping his spurred heels pressed continually against his flanks. Calling a warrior to him, the Boy Chief bade him ride by his side while he gave him directions what to do, and also sent word to his brother Charlie that he had gone o:lf on the trail of their bitterest foe. Thell;having observed the direction taken by White Snake, Yellow Hair dash e d on in hot ch88e. To his joy he saw that llis horse was mak ing splenaid time, and it was not very long before White Snake also made this di& covery, for he once more pressed his horse most cruelly. That the animal was tired was very evi dent, and yet he did all in his power for his master, in spite of his carrying a double &oad. "WW can Ulai Tillain have ''1lere. th&* he will not drop it to save himself few-OJt the extra load, his horse COVlU Jat.rlj hold his own with mine, and, a' an7 rate, could lead me further away fron my braves than I care to go." For ha _lf a mile the Boy Chief then rode in silence, his piercing eyes fastened apon what the White Snake carried before hiru. "Yes," he said, as though at last con vinc.ed, I am sure that is a human being he carnes. .. It is a young girl, of course, and yet, whoever it be ; I am the more anxious to bring that--wretch to bay." The chase now was continued more hotly, as soon as the Boy Chief was assured that he was striving for a life to save from the ti.end in human shape he knew so well. Seeing that his pursuer was gaining, the White Snake drew his knife from his belt and drove it again into the back of his horse, sometimes forcing it an inch in depth. Maddened with pain the noble animal did increase his speed, and held the vantage thus gained for a short while over the Boy Chief's horse. But he had done bis best, and thls was only a dying effort, for the beast staggered fearfully, stumbled, and fell. White Snake, as nimble as a panthc!, caught on his feet and tried to save the one he carried in his anns from the shock of the fall. But the weight was too great for him and bore him flat on his and, b e fore he could rise to his feet, he fen the muzzle of a revolver to his ear, and heard the words in the vtell-known voice of Yellow Hair: "Surrender I and surrender quick, or I'll pull trigger." CHAPTER XXVII. TAKING THE CHANCES. IN spite of the warning words, ere he re plied tb,e White Snake glanced around him. He hoped for succor, trusted that some one of his band might be in sight, upon whom he could call for aid. I But by accident he had taken a course which had carried him away from all hope of succor from his fugitive band, should he need aid. The land was rolling and he caald not see far in any direction, and yet he did not, in spite of his great danger, yield, as the Boy Chief dellll\nded. "Speak quick, sir, or I fire." "There is but one thing I can say. Then say it." ";what do r.ou wish me to sayt" and the White Snakes stubbornness told the Boy Chief tba' he waa for time. ill hol>9

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    Yellow Hair, the Boy Chief ol the Pawnee&. Cha' 10me fugitive Sioux: might come in that "They'll be in my favor. direction. I'll risk them-there, take your stand by "Do you 11urrender?' that pistol," and the Boy Chief tossed the What if I do not T" pistol off some dozen paces. "I will kill you "Now, I'll stand here, end, at a word we "Then I surrender." will stoop, raise our revolvers from the "Now, sir, who have you there?" ground and begin firing, and one of us must "I surrendered !1).18elf, not my booty," die, as you know." was th e dogg e d reply. 1 White Snake would have dod ge d this al" That appe ars to be human booty)'ternative; but he saw tbe youth would st a nd "It matters not to you what or who it is. no more trifling, and yielded to the t e rms. "It does, for I might save some poor being I He sought to try trickery, but the hawk from death, or a fate even worse," said the eyes of Yellow Hair were watching him too Boy close, and he walked to the spot where lay "Oh, save me from him!" the revolver. Yellow Hair started, for it was evident the The two stood upright with the revolvers appeal was made to him, and it in a lying at their feet and their eyes fixed upon voice strangelf sweet, in spite of the trembeach oth e r. ling and fear in the tones. I "Now!" "I will save you," he said firmly. The word broke from the lips of the Boy But, as he spoke he sprung backward, and Chief, and quickly the two stoop e!l, seized just avoided the sudden spring of the White their respective weapons, and one shot fol-Bna k e lowed the other quickly. Confident that he had seized a moment I But the first weapon to flash was h e ld in wh e n he h a d the Boy Chief in his power, and the hand of the Boy Chief, and it s p e d true, from b e ing off his guard, through the appeal and cut the broad breast of the to him for succor, he had suddenly whipped renegade into his heart. out a knife from his bosom and made the For a moment he stood like a statue of spring. stone, gazing at the youth, and then he f ell But Yellow Hair, under all circumstances, dead in his tracks. had learn e d ever to be on his guard and he But the Boy Chief had also b e en hit, was quick enough to prevent the keen knife though the wound was slight, having cu& from descending into his heart. through the tlesh on his left shoulder. And moreover he was not idle; for as he "He m eant it well muttered the boy, and aprung backward he drew his revolver and then he turned to the serape lying some White Snake was again covered by tl1e paces distant, and which he knew h e ld a hu threatening muzzle. man form, for from thence had come tho The renegade h a d pistols in his belt, but voice begging to him for safety. he had emptied them in the tight, and they 'l'o his surprise he found a lovely face were next to useless n<>w. gazing into !:!is own, and saw that it was a "White Snake, this will not do, and I maiden of scarce sixteen, with sunny hair will end the affair by killing you as I would and sky-blue eyes, though her face was wan a dog," said the Boy Chief sternly, and his and white." r e volver again covered the heart of the rene1 Her hands and feet were bound, and the gade. blanket wrapped around her form held her Whether White Snake understood the eecurely. character of the boy well enough to know he "Who are you?" asked the youth in hi& would not shoot him down in cold blood, or frank way. not, is hard to tell, but he said earnestly: My home ie far from here, and I was "No, it is not in 1ou, Yellow H&r, to the captive of that man, who intended m..akkill an unarmed man.' ing my father pay a heavy ransom for me. "You have your knife." "But you h a ve saved me, so plealse tell "And you your revolvers." tne y-our name that I may pray for_you." "True, that does not leave us on an even "I am called Yellow Hair, the Boy Chief footing." of the Pawnees." I knew you would feel the justice of Your name suits you, and I have heard Yellow Hair." of you; but you are not an Indian, 1>f "But I have sworn to kill you, or be courser ID.lied, White Snake, so I will place you on "Oh, no; not by birth; but I will tell y{i..i an eq;ial footing with me, and take the all about it as we ride back to jo i n rn:f claanC'.ea." braves, which I will do as soon Iii*' f lii>ve -Whai burled that Wl'etch." Whether OU kill me ot no&. Tlic BQ:yChief, so thoUJtht the young girl,

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    Yellow Hair, the :Boy Chiet ot the 9awiiee .. was an adept at grave-making, for it took him a very short tim_e to place the White Snake beneath the ground. '1'hen, placing the maiden on his horse, he mounted the tired pony of the White Snake, 11.nd in an hour's time rejoined his warriors. With his pr).soner, and a score of released white captives, the Boy Chief set forth upon his return, the belts of his braves heavy with scalps, and, in Henry Bascomb, alias White Snake the Renegade, he felt that he had fully avenged the crimes coqimitted by the daring outlaw against Mr. Babbitt and his family. For a long time. wedded to a wild life, Doth the Boy Chief and his brother lived among the Pawnees, and though Eddie Bur gess has traveled extensively over the United States, and has a ranch in Nebraska, when ever any of his old band of braves meet him, they hail him as Yellow Hair, the Boy Chief.* -THE AUTHOR. THE END. The Best 'Veekly oCPopulur, Entertain Int: and Useful Literature Pub lhlbed in America! Its Unrivaled Corps of Contrib>itors, almost aJI of whom write .rcl11si?Jtty for its p!iblisbers-embraces following authors ot world wide repute-Oolonel .Prf'ntiss Ingraham. Albert W. Aiken, Capt. Fred. Whittaker, Capt. l\Iark Wilton. Joseph E. Ba.clger, Jr .. Edward L. \\heeler, Charles Morris. Oll Coomes, C. Dunning Clark, Buffalo Bill, White Bb;i.ver, Buckskin Sam, lllajor Dangerfield Burr, T. C. Ilarbangn, Philip R. Warne. William R. Eyster, Anthony P. "Morris, Launce Poyntz. Each and all of wLom give to BEADLE'S WEEKLY their very best productions in all the varied fields of Border and Wild West R, manceAdv\nture Exploration and SportCity Life Character. Courts and WaysDetective and Shadow' Revelations. Stories of the Great Deep, etc., etc. So that each and every number ls overflowing with reading of the most interesting and excitIDI'\' nature; while in its Special Departm<:>nts, covering all the needs, and to tile generaJ interest and \JsPfulnPSS of the popular journai, BEADLE'S W&EKLY i s tv., paper of all others for your weekly reading and entertainment.. Bcadlcs 'Veekly ts Pnblh1hc
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    DeadWiiOd Dick e Library ktracte Crom the New York Eve11i111r Sun, LATEST AND BEST. HANDSOME TRI-COLORED COVERS. 32 Pages. Issued Every Wednesday. 5 Cents.! Buy One and You Will Buy the Rest I TWO llEMAHKA.Dl.E 1n:n0Es. Jn only one 1enoe or the word can It be regarded a a aovel statement when the tact la here roo orde d that liter& aure has given many heroes to the world, and perhaps more than one reader will have to think a moment ov e r .Ullo remark bef ore the 1ubtle delicacy or lta genial wit 1&rlke1 h ome. Boat It Is most e91entlally a halt dime novel 1tatement &bat will be news to many when It la added that lltera. &are, It trace d fro m the dimly distant days when Adam waa a mere child down to the present day. would show M& few h e r o es that In the eyes or boyhood w o uld be ffen judged w orthy or comparison with the two greatest Mroee known to Am erican llt9rature, or. to promptly reeal them. Deadwood Di c k and Deadwood Dick. Jr. The modern heroes ot ftcrl o n tor young America, ho are now as c ountless as the aanda of the sea, and of th: away the palm of popularity, and 1uch a1 be left rat .... ehlnd In the race. .,, oan be easily believed, theretore, that the two Dicks I!! so ftrmly engratted on the tree or popular literature !"';.boys and young men, tbat their position IR aR111re d a11d that they 1tand to-day head and 1hould e rs above all rivals In the e ye& of the publlo for whloh ther h ave Jive d amJ ror whic h one of them -has dled. Amerlca11 ho y hood, and that le a tremendous factor ta the h1.11d, now knows Deadwoo d Dick, Jr., a good beal be$ ter than It knows Its catechism, and mtlllona of youna mlnda ah1mro the thrJlllug In c id ents or his career tn btl everhtetlng w1trfare agalust crime and his neYer..endlna solvlug of lmpeuetrahle mysterie s Mllllo11R of boys f o llow his Rtealthy footsteps as he trackl his vicious victims to their undoing, and then, when the ' l cttrns are thoroughly nntl o ne, the ml11tons w att hungrt17 for the next vol n mP, whic h on e very Wednesday appeart with the certainty o f the Wednesday Itself, and a new eel ot delightful thrllls go thrllllng away Crom Maine to Call torn ta. There are the v olumes each so crowded with thrllls and that lt were madness t o h ope t o do justice to them collectlv el.r aud rank Injustice to dtscrlmlnate beiween the m To abandon the Idea or gi ving a few extracts causes ln ftnlte pain, but If once a start were made In that dlreoUon it w o uld h 8 cruel to The Evening Sun's readers to sto p. aucl tt '" th erefore bette r n o t to relate one 1lngle a 1lvPnturP. sumc e It to say that the stories are clean aod w e U wrltte u DEADWOOD DICK LIBH.ARY. l Deadwood Dick, the Prince of Road I The Double Daggers; or, De-adwood Dick's Defiance I The Bul'l a lo Demon; or, The Border Vul tures t Bul'lalo B e n, Prince of the Pistol I Wil d I va n the Boy Claude Duval 11 D eathF a ce, thA D etective '7 Phanto m Min er; o r, Deadwood Dick's Bonanza 8 Onl Av alanchP the Great Annihilator; or, Wild Edna, the Girl Brigand I Bob Woolf the Border Ruffian Omaha Oil, the Masked Terror; or, Deadwood Dick In Dane:er ll Jim Blu d soe, Jr. the BoJ Phenix; or, Throug h to D eath .I Deadwood Dick's Eagles; or, The Parde of "Flood B a r II Buckhorn Bill; or, The Red Rlft e Team 14 G o ld Rifle the Sharps )loot e r II Deadw oo d Dick on Deck ; or, Calamity Jane 18 Corduroy C harli e the B o y Bravo !'7 Rosebu d Rob; or, Nugget the Knight of the Gul c h 18 Idyl, the Girl Min er; or, Rosebud Roh on Hand It Photograp h Phil: or, Rosebud Rob' s Reappearance IO Watch-Ere, the Shadow II Dead wo o d Dick s Device; or, The Sign of the Double Cros s Canada Chet, the Counterrelter Chief a Deadwood Dick in Leadville; or, A Strange Stroke for Liberty IN Deadwood Dic k as Detective Ill Dick Ill Bonanza Bill the Man-Tracker; or, The SeoretTwell'e IT Chip, the Girl Sport Jack Hoyle's Lead; ort.. The Road to Fortune Boss Bob, the Kini? or lSOOtblacks ID Deadwood Dick's Double; or, The Ghost of Gorgon' Gulch II Blonde Bill; or. Deadwood Dick's Home Balle Solid Sam, the Boy Road-Agent S:l Ton y F ox, the Ferret: or, Bos Bob's Bosa Job 84 A G a m e o f Gold: o r. Deadwoo d D ick's Big Stri'ke 8 ; D eadwov d Dic k or D e a dw ood; or, The Picked Party 86 N .. w York Ne ll. the l < o y-G irl D etective 87 Nobb. v Nic k o f Nevada: o r, The Scamps of the Slerru 88 \\'il d Frank. the B u c kskin Bravo 89 D eadwoo d Dick s D oom; or, Calamity Jane's Laa& Adv P11tnre 40 D e adw o od O ick' s Dream; or, The Rivals of the Road 41 Dt'ad wo od Di c k's Ward; or, The Blac k Hllls Jezebel 4 2 T h e A r a b D e t .. ctive; o r S nooz e r the B oy Sharp 48 The V t' ntri l o quit Detective A Rom a ne ,. o f R oguea 44 Detecti ve J os h Grim; or, The Young Gladiator' Game 45 Th e Frontier D e t e ctive; or, Si,.rra S a m s Scheme 46 The Jimtown'Sport: or, Gy psy Jac k l o Co lorado 47 The Miner Sport; o r, Su g ar-C oate d Sam s Claim 48 Dic k Drew the Miner's Son; or, Apollo Bill, the R o atl -Ag,.nt 49 S ierra S a m the D,.tective 50 Si .. rra Sam' s Double; or, The Thre e Female Detecc51 e :Prra Sam's Sentence; or, Little Luck at Rough R a n c h 5 2 The G irl Sport: or, Jnmho Joe's Di:uise 53 D .. nver J"o ll' R D l' v ic e;. or, The Detecti v e Queen 54 D e nv e r Doll a Detective 55 D e n vl'r Doll's Partner; o r Big Ruckskin the Sport 66 J)e nv e r Doll's Mine; or, Little Bill's Big Loss 5 7 D e adwood Dick Trapped 68 Bu c k Hawk, Detective; or, The Messeng e r Boy'a F ortune 59 Th>adwoo d Dick'A D isgulP; or, Wild Walt, the Spon 60 Dnmh Dick s Pard: or. Eliza Jane, the Gold Miner 61 Deadwood Dick's Mision 62 Spottl'r Fritz: or, The !:!tore-Detective's Decoy 68 The DPl.PCtive Road-Agent; or, The Miners of SasaaCity 64 Colordo Charlie's Detective D ush; or, The Cattle Kings B. J. IVERS & CO . Pnblishtrs Sullivn.n. Proprietor), 879 PP.arl Street. E\\ nrn K.