Part 12 (2/2)

There are Wanaha and Seth Rosebud, too, helps, and Charlie Rankin and his young wife, who have a farm some two miles east of White River Fare ed, bearded face, whose blue eyes look straight at those he is addressing with a ent, Ja chest and neck, and a sharp, alert manner

These are the workers in thisprocess They are striking at the root of their object The children can be molded where the parents prove impossible Once these black-eyed little ones have e the rest is not so difficult They have to be weaned froue if their Christian teachers would make headway A small, harmless bribery works wonders in this direction

And all these children have learned to speak and understand the English language

Seth attempts no Bible instruction, and his is a class much in favor His pockets always contain the most home-made taffy He has a method purely his own; and it is a secular htest and most advanced children is the honor of pro his class outside the building His children sit round hi on an upturned box with his back against the lateral logs of the building There is a pleasant shade here, also the pungent odor froreen bluff which faces hi with interest They have noted the bulging pockets of Seth's Sunday jacket, and are ive him their best attention in consequence Besides they like his teaching

Seth's method is quite simple Last Sunday he told them a little, old-fashi+oned children's fairy story with a moral Now he takes each child in turn, and questions hi he then conveyed But in this direction they are not very apt, these little heathens

The singing inside the Mission had died out, and the last chords on the s finished his prelie packet of treacle taffy upon the ground at his feet, cut the string of it with his sheath-knife, opened it, and exa satisfied hiain and s fro round him He produced a well-thu it, laid it upon his knee It was there in case he should stumble, for Seth was not a natural born teacher He did it for the sake of the little ones themselves

Next he handed each child a piece of taffy, and waited while it was adjusted in the cheek

”Guess you've all located your dollops o' candy?” he said, after a while

”I allow you ken get right at it and fix it in This caoin' to be struck till the sweet food's done Guess you'll h, sure Howsum, your mam's 'll see to it”

The last remarks were saidup into his dark, earnest face with eyes as sole dangerously Seth cleared his throat

”Guess you ain't heard tell o' that Injun gal that used to go around in a red blanket sa to tell you about her Ah, ly toward hi right” He doled out more of the sticky stuff, and then propped his face upon his hands and proceeded

”Wal, as I was goin' to say, that little squaw lived away there by the hills in a snug tepee with her gran'ma They were jest two squaws by the one And they hadn't no brave to help 'e squaas jest like any of you Jest a neat, spry little gal, pretty as a picture and real good

”She kind o' looked after her gran'ma as sick Sick as a mule with the botts Did the chores around that tepee, bucked a lot of cord-wood, fixed up als 'llsquaw, she was Knew a caribou fro broncho to beat the band Guess it was doin' all these things so easy she kind o' got feelin'

independent--sort o' wanted to do everything herself And she just used to go right down to the store for food an' things by herself

”Now I don't kno it rightly coot busy A ti as--as--the Mission house An' he was savage Gee, but he was real savage! Guess he was one o'

thes Ther's lots o' that sort around”

Wanaha, quite unobserved by Seth, had co the earnest face of the arbled version of Little Red Riding Hood While she listened to his words she sit themselves up fancy an' come sneakin' around, an' they're jest that fierce there ain't no chance for you Say, theht up, saoin' off on her broncho when this timber wolf comes up smilin', an' he says, 'Good-day' An' he shakes hands with her sarown folks do All them timber wolves are like that, 'cause they think you won't see they're going to eat you then You see he was hungry He'd been out on the war-path--which is real bad--an' he'd been fightin', and the folks had beaten hiet food, 'cause he'd left the Reservation where there's always plenty to eat an' drink, and there was none anywhere else

”Wal, he sizes up that squaw, and sees her blanket's good an' thick, and her moccasins is made of moose hide, and her beads is pretty, and he thinks she'll ood ran'ma first So he says 'Good-bye,' an' waits till she's well away on the trail, and then hurries back to the tepee an' eats up the old squaw Say wolves is ter'ble--'specially tiits home----” Seth paused and doled out more taffy

The children onderfully intent on the story, but the sweets helped their attention For there was s The drah, but the its home she lifts the flap of the tepee, and she sees what she thinks is her gran'round The fire is still burnin', and everything is jest as she left it

She feels good an' chirpy, and sits right down by her gran'ma's side And then she sees what she thinks looks kind o' queer Says she, 'Gee, gran'ot!' You see that wolf had coran's, and was lying right there ready to eat her, too, when she co So s when I'' Then that squaw, bein' curious-like, which is the i you ain't rooits riled then Says he, 'That's so I ken taste the good things I eat' Guess the squaas plus like that But she goes on, says she, 'Your teeth's fine an' long an' white, maybe you've cleaned 'em some' Then says the wolf, 'That's so I ken eat folks like you right up' With that he springs out of the blankets an' pounces sheer on that poor little squaw and ss her up at one gulp, sa froth, and finally dropped it on the ground in the midst of the children

There was a rush; a chorus of childish glee, and the whole twelve fell into a struggling heap upon the ground, wildly fighting for the feast