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106 lead. He would never be safe south of the Ohio, and I-might have known he must make for the Maumee or the Sandusky. Regrets were useless, and I endeavored to find some solid footing in the situation that existed. No attention was paid to us as we strolled about the village. Durgin forgot our peril enough to display his usual Yankee curiosity regarding Indian customs, espe- cially those concerning their domestic life. While I was fearing our lives were as good as forfeited he would persist in asking questions, such as— “When you want to visit an Injun neighbor do you have to get acquainted first?” ‘You can enter any of their lodges with- out hurting their feelings.” “Don’t you have to knock as you would at a white houser”’ “They would think you were crazy.”’ “Uhuh. Just walk nght in as if you owned the place, eh? Always like to know. Ain’t that the head Injun, Blue Jacket, coming out that hut?” I told him it was the chief. Blue Jacket passed within a rod of us, followed by his two sons. He affected not to see us, which I took to be a bad sign, but his sons eyed us curiously. ~When we were opposite ~ the big lodge Durgin halted and stared in- side. Before I could guess his intention he had entered and was gazing about with keen interest. There was nothing for me to do but follow him. He seemed to be amazed at the deco- rations and furnishings. One of the comely daughters offered us water, and another brought a platter of deer-meat and some vegetables. Durgin partook of both heartily although we had recently eaten. I made a pretense of eating to comply with red etiquette and whispered for Durgin to have done and leave the place. He smiled genially and continued bolting meat like a glutton. The women folks gave us no further heed, and Durgin continued eating until he had cleaned the platter. With a deep sigh of satisfaction he rose from the mat and proceeded leisurely to admire the furnishings. The place was hung and spread with skins of the otter, the deer, bear and loupcervier. There were many blankets and expensive dress goods. On the walls hung several rifles, war-clubs, a dozen or more bows and many quivers Adventure filled with arrows. Despite the English gifts lavished on the chief and his family the tone of the lodge was Indian. “Will you come along?” I rasped at him in exasperation. “Just wanted to see what sort of truck the chief has,” he explained, drawing his blanket about him. Then he turned and bade mother and daughters a polite, “Good evening.”” Once outside, with the night thickening, he urged— ‘Now let’s go down and take a peek at the river—the place where they cross over from the Point.” ‘“‘That’s where you see the fire burning. It’s a good place to meet Ogden and have it over with,” I grimly replied. But he was not frightened at the pros- pect of meeting the deserter. In fact, he seemed eager to visit the fire where a dozen WN: " < ee ae =f ay << C R ; ort &S K : Sy af Tee Zier 1: ae: . y Rais! WKS 3 = CHIGAGO af PLMIAMI(BRT) a> ot Tw a ths T DEFIANCE UMER) Le & s (aneey~P ow FT. ADAMS 3 Se ov" @ ac NY Ft Recoveryt vere X38 § eit g FT GReenviter ARS > & 7 FILJEFFERSON AY e < = % eon a 3 PrsT.CAR SPs & SX ge? vy ¢ a, VF or! Fos e yO pPEOUISVILLE warriors were lounging and smoking their adulterated tobacco. As we strolled toward the fire Durgin slowed his pace and finally came toahalt. I supposed he was thinking better of his proposition. A short distance from the fire on the up-stream side was a clump of trees. “Tf we was behind those trees we could see and not be seen,’”’ muttered Durgin. “There’s nothing to see.” I told him. ‘“‘There’s nothing to hear——’”’ Ah, but there was! However, we did not need to hide behind the trees to listen. AU too well did our ears catch the sound of a white man singing on the opposite shore. The river mirrored the dancing flames. The voice grew louder as the singer began oO cComicloooks CO