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miles away) were carried through the forest on the
backs of men. Our mail was delivered once a

month by a carrier who made the journey in alter-
nate stages of horseback riding and canoeing. But

we had health, youth, enthusiasm, good appetites,
and the wherewithal to satisfy them, and at night

in our primitive bunks we sank into abysses of dream-
less slumber such as I have never known since.

Indeed, looking back upon them, those first months
seem to have been a long-drawn-out and glorious

picnic, interrupted only by occasional hours of pain
or panic, when we were hurt or frightened.

Naturally, our two greatest menaces were wild
animals and Indians, but as the days passed the first

of these lost the early terrors with which we had
associated them. We grew indifferent to the sounds

that had made our first night a horror to us all--
there was even a certain homeliness in them--while

we regarded with accustomed, almost blase eyes the
various furred creatures of which we caught distant

glimpses as they slunk through the forest. Their
experience with other settlers had taught them cau-

tion; it soon became clear that they were as eager
to avoid us as we were to shun them, and by common

consent we gave each other ample elbow-room.
But the Indians were all around us, and every settler

had a collection of hair-raising tales to tell of them.
It was generally agreed that they were dangerous

only when they were drunk; but as they were drunk
whenever they could get whisky, and as whisky was

constantly given them in exchange for pelts and
game, there was a harrowing doubt in our minds

whenever they approached us.
In my first encounter with them I was alone in

the woods at sunset with my small brother Harry.
We were hunting a cow James had bought, and our

young eyes were peering eagerly among the trees,
on the alert for any moving object. Suddenly, at

a little distance, and coming directly toward us, we
saw a party of Indians. There were five of them,

all men, walking in single file, as noiselessly as ghosts,
their moccasined feet causing not even a rustle

among the dry leaves that carpeted the woods. All
the horrible stories we had heard of Indian cruelty

flashed into our minds, and for a moment we were
dumb with terror. Then I remembered having been

told that the one thing one must not do before them
is to show fear. Harry was carrying a rope with

which we had expected to lead home our reluctant
cow, and I seized one end of it and whispered

to him that we would ``play horse,'' pretending he
was driving me. We pranced toward the Indians

on feet that felt like lead, and with eyes so glazed by
terror that we could see nothing save a line of moving

figures; but as we passed them they did not give
to our little impersonation of care-free children even

the tribute of a side-glance. They were, we realized,
headed straight for our home; and after a few mo-

ments we doubled on our tracks and, keeping at a
safe distance from them among the trees, ran back

to warn our mother that they were coming.
As it happened, James was away, and mother had

to meet her unwelcome guests supported only by
her young children. She at once prepared a meal,

however, and when they arrived she welcomed them
calmly and gave them the best she had. After they

had eaten they began to point at and demand ob-
jects they fancied in the room--my brother's pipe,

some tobacco, a bowl, and such trifles--and my
mother, who was afraid to annoy them by refusal,

gave them what they asked. They were quite
sober, and though they left without expressing any

appreciation of her hospitality, they made her a
second visit a few months later, bringing a large

quantity of venison and a bag of cranberries as a
graceful return. These Indians were Ottawas; and

later we became very friendly with them and their
tribe, even to the degree of attending one of their

dances, which I shall describe later.
Our second encounter with Indians was a less

agreeable experience. There were seven ``Mar-
quette warriors'' in the next group of callers, and

they were all intoxicated. Moreover, they had
brought with them several jugs of bad whisky--

the raw and craze-provoking product supplied them
by the fur-dealers--and it was clear that our cabin

was to be the scene of an orgy. Fortunately, my
brother James was at home on this occasion, and

as the evening grew old and the Indians, grouped
together around the fire, became more and more ir-

responsible, he devised a plan for our safety. Our
attic was finished, and its sole entrance was by a

ladder through a trap-door. At James's whispered
command my sister Eleanor slipped up into the

attic, and from the back window let down a rope,
to which he tied all the weapons we had--his gun

and several axes. These Eleanor drew up and con-
cealed in one of the bunks. My brother then di-

rected that as quietly as possible, and at long in-
tervals, one member of the family after another was

to slip up the ladder and into the attic, going quite
casually, that the Indians might not realize what we

were doing. Once there, with the ladder drawn up
after us and the trap-door closed, we would be rea-

sonably safe, unless our guests decided to burn the
cabin.

The evening seemed endless, and was certainly
nerve-racking. The Indians ate everything in the

house, and from my seat in a dim corner I watched
them while my sisters waited on them. I can still

see the tableau they made in the firelit room and
hear the unfamiliar accents of their speech as they

talked together. Occasionally one of them would
pull a hair from his head, seize his scalping-knife;

and cut the hair with it--a most unpleasant sight!
When either of my sisters approached them some

of the Indians would make gestures, as if capturing
and scalping her. Through it all, however, the

whisky held their close attention, and it was due to
this that we succeeded in reaching the attic unob-

served, James coming last of all and drawing the
ladder after him. Mother and the children were

then put to bed; but through that interminable
night James and Eleanor lay flat upon the floor,

watching through the cracks between the boards
the revels of the drunken Indians, which grew wild-

er with every hour that crawled toward sunrise.
There was no knowing when they would miss us

or how soon their mood might change. At any
moment they might make an attack upon us or

set fire to the cabin. By dawn, however, their
whisky was all gone, and they were in so deep a

stupor that, one after the other, the seven fell from
their chairs to the floor, where they sprawled un-

conscious. When they awoke they left quietly and
without trouble of any kind. They seemed a

strangely subdued and chastened band; probably
they were wretchedly ill after their debauch on the

adulterated whisky the traders had given them.
That autumn the Ottawa tribe had a great corn

celebration, to which we and the other settlers were
invited. James and my older sisters attended it,

and I went with them, by my own urgent invita-
tion. It seemed to me that as I was sharing the

work and the perils of our new environment, I
might as well share its joys; and I finally succeeded

in making my family see the logic of this position.
The central feature of the festivity was a huge kettle,

many feet in circumference, into which the Indians
dropped the most extraordinaryvariety of food we

had ever seen combined. Deer heads went into it
whole, as well as every kind of meat and vegetable

the members of the tribe could procure. We all ate
some of this agreeablemixture, and later, with one

another, and even with the Indians, we danced gaily
to the music of a tom-tom and a drum. The affair

was extremely interesting until the whisky entered
and did its unpleasant work. When our hosts be-

gan to fall over in the dance and slumber where they
lay, and when the squaws began to show the same

ill effects of their refreshments, we unostentatiously
slipped away.

During the winter life offered us few diversions
and many hardships. Our creek froze over, and the

water problem became a serious one, which we met
with increasing difficulty as the temperature steadily

fell. We melted snow and ice, and existed through
the frozen months, but with an amount of discom-

fort which made us unwilling to repeat at least that
special phase of our experience. In the spring,

therefore, I made a well. Long before this, James
had gone, and Harry and I were now the only out-

door members of our working-force. Harry was
still too small to help with the well; but a young

man, who had formed the neighborly habit of rid-
ing eighteen miles to call on us, gave me much

friendly aid. We located the well with a switch,
and when we had dug as far as we could reach with

our spades, my assistant descended into the hole
and threw the earth up to the edge, from which I

in turn removed it. As the well grew deeper we
made a half-way shelf, on which I stood, he throw-

ing the earth on the shelf, and I shoveling it up from
that point. Later, as he descended still farther

into the hole we were making, he shoveled the earth
into buckets and passed them up to me, I passing

them on to my sister, who was now pressed into
service. When the excavation was deep enough

we made the wall of slabs of wood, roughly joined
together. I recall that well with calm content. It was not a

thing of beauty, but it was a thoroughly practical well, and
it remained the only one we had during the twelve years

the family occupied the cabin.
During our first year there was no school within ten

miles of us, but this lack failed to sadden Harry or me. We
had brought with us from Lawrence a box of books, in

which, in winter months, when our outdoor work was
restricted, we found much comfort. They were the only

books in that part of the country, and we read them until
we knew them all by heart. Moreover, father sent us

regularly the New York Independent, and with this


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