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Betty Zane

"One day," said Noah, "I heard Tige barking out in the orchard and I ran out there and
saw a funny little fur ball up in the tree with a black tail and white rings around it. It
looked like a pretty cat with a sharp nose. Every time Tige barked the little animal
showed his teeth and swelled up his back. I wanted him for a pet. I got Sam to give me
a sack and I climbed the tree and the nearer I got to him the farther he backed down the
limb. I followed him and put out the sack to put it over his head and he bit me. I fell from
the limb, but he fell too and Tige killed him and Sam stuffed him for me."
"Noah, you are quite a valiant hunter," said Betty. "Now, Jonathan, remember that you
promised to tell me of your meeting with Daniel Boone."
"It was over on the Muskingong near the mouth of the Sandusky. I was hunting in the
open woods along the bank when I saw an Indian. He saw me at the same time and we
both treed. There we stood a long time each afraid to change position. Finally I began to
act tired and resorted to an old ruse. I put my coon-skin cap on my ramrod and
cautiously poked it from behind the tree, expecting every second to hear the whistle of
the redskin's bullet. Instead I heard a jolly voice yell: 'Hey, young feller, you'll have to try
something better'n that.' I looked and saw a white man standing out in the open and
shaking all over with laughter. I went up to him and found him to be a big strong fellow
with an honest, merry face. He said: 'I'm Boone.' I was considerably taken aback,
especially when I saw he knew I was a white man all the time. We camped and hunted
along the river a week and at the Falls of the Muskingong he struck out for his Kentucky
home."
"Here is Wetzel," said Col. Zane, who had risen and gone to the door. "Now, Betty, try
and get Lew to tell us something."
"Come, Lewis, here is a seat by me," said Betty. "We have been pleasantly passing the
time. We have had bear stories, snake stories, ghost stories--all kinds of tales. Will you
tell us one?"
"Lewis, did you ever have a chance to kill a hostile Indian and not take it?" asked Col.
Zane.
"Never but once," answered Lewis.
"Tell us about it. I imagine it will be interesting."
"Well, I ain't good at tellin' things," began Lewis. "I reckon I've seen some strange
sights. I kin tell you about the only redskin I ever let off. Three years ago I was takin' a
fall hunt over on the Big Sandy, and I run into a party of Shawnees. I plugged a chief
and started to run. There was some good runners and I couldn't shake 'em in the open
country. Comin' to the Ohio I jumped in and swum across, keepin' my rifle and powder
dry by holdin' 'em up. I hid in some bulrushes and waited. Pretty soon along comes
three Injuns, and when they saw where I had taken to the water they stopped and held
a short pow-wow. Then they all took to the water. This was what I was waitin' for. When
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