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954 JOSE. had guessed correctly the home of the offenders, and unexpected as was the blow and mysterious the manner of the animals’ death, the effect was mar- velous. I heard the name, Prairie Devil, pro- nounced by many pale lips, and at once took the hint whom ! should have to represent when occa- sion required. Thence onward there was peace be- tween white and red. A project had been formed among the missions of the Potawatomie Indians to found a school among the Kickapoos. Despite the discouraging accounts rendered them by the com- mandant, the missionaries came and started a large farm right in the heart of the Kickapoo reservation. The Indians avoided them, but they remained un- molested. I earnestly took the matter in hand, for I had since obtained great influence; the mission- aries were shrewd and did not commence by holding up Christianity, but by offering presents to all who consented to learn agriculture and send their chil- dren to school; and thus it was that soon the cause was on the high road to success. The Prairie Devil, of course, had been chiefly instrumental in bringing affairs to this turn. | “Why do I relate all this?” Bob interrupted him- self, lowering his head. “I have indulged the be- lief that since I am away from the whites I endeav- ored, according to my powers, to do good and to prevent evil, either in the role of Iron Fist or the Prairie Devil. What I undertook was crowned with success, and it almost seemed that thus I was per- mitted to make amends for my early years and spend my declining age in comfort. The first time I felt a sort of longing for home was when Pepita stood at my side on the far stretching prairie as suddenly as if she nad fallen from the clouds, and Gomichbooks (E(@)