In Barracks and Wigwam — page 201: what you’re looking at

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A Thrilling Recognition. ee IOI they caught hold of the lad, and hurried him roughly into the open air. The sun was an hour high, and a flood oi golden light was on the green plain, and the sparkling river, and the wooded heights that towered to meet the sky. The trees and grass rustled in the crisp breeze. With four score of Indians yelling and dancing around him—men, women and children—Linn was dragged across the plain to the brink of the river, and then bound to a thick stake. The squaws and children were driven a short distance back, and the braves gathered nearer in a half-circle, their partly naked bodies hideous with daubs and streaks of paint, and their faces distorted with” rage and hatred. Up to this time Linn had been too dazed to compre- hend what it all meant, but now the awful truth burst upon him with stunning force.. He was to be put to death by torture! In this terrible moment he tried hard to hide his fear, and to show his enemies how a soldier could face death. But his limbs trembled in spite of him, and his cheeks turned ghastly pale. He knew that entreaty or appeal — would be worse than useless. He read relentless hatred and cruelty in the glances of the ferocious warriors. The ordeal was not long delayed. Amid the hoots and jeers of the squaws and the mocking taunts of the men, a-circle of dry fagots was built about the stake, reaching almost to the captive’s middle. Next a warrior approached with a blazing torch, but just as he was about to ignite the pile, an interruption came. Flying Thunder stopped the proceeding by a vesture, and then pointed gravely to the south. The eyes of ev- ery Sioux followed the chief’s outstretched arm, and Linn ¥ glanced in the same direction, cheered by a wild hope that ee might be coming. | _ Horsemen were in sight, sure enough, buc t cbooks:con . a Bi 4