The Daughter of the Chieftain | Page 3

laugh; "do you
want to play Jack Stones with me?"
If you could have seen the person whom she thus addressed, you would
have thought it a strange way of speaking.
He was an Indian warrior, belonging to the tribe of Delawares. Those
who knew about him said he was one of the fiercest red men that ever
went on the warpath. A few years before, there had been a massacre of
the settlers, and Omas was foremost among the Indians who swung the
tomahawk and fired his rifle at the white people.
He was tall, sinewy, active, and powerful. Three stained eagle feathers
were fastened on his crown in the long black hair, and his hunting shirt,
leggings, and moccasins were bright with different colored beads and
fringes. In the red sash which passed around his waist were thrust a
hunting knife and tomahawk, while one hand clasped a cumbersome
rifle, which, like all firearms of those times, was used with ramrod and
flintlock.
Omas would have had a rather pleasing face had he let it alone; but his
people love bright colors, and he was never seen without a lot of paint
daubed over it. This was made up of black, white, and yellow circles,
lines, and streaks that made him look frightful.
But Alice was not scared at all. She and Omas were old friends. Nearly
a year before, he stopped at their cabin one stormy night and asked for
something to eat. Mrs. Ripley gave him plenty of coarse brown, well

baked bread and cold meat, and allowed him to sleep on the floor until
morning.
Benjamin was rather shy of the fierce looking Delaware, but Alice took
to him at first. She brought him a basin of water, and asked him to
please wash his face.
The startled mother gently reproved her; but Omas did that which an
Indian rarely does--smiled. He spoke English unusually well, and knew
why the child had proposed to him to use the water.
He told her that he had a little girl that he called Linna, about the same
age as Alice. Upon hearing this, what did Alice do, but climb upon the
warrior's knee and ask him to tell her all about Linna. Well, the result
was, that an affection was formed between this wild warrior and the
gentle little girl.
Omas promised to bring his child to see Alice, who, with her mother's
permission, said she would return the visit. There can be no doubt that
the Delaware often went a long way out of his course, for no other
reason than to spend an hour or less with Alice Ripley. The brother and
mother always made him feel welcome, and to the good parent the
influence of her child upon the savage red man had a peculiar interest
which nothing else in the world could possess for her. So you
understand why it was that Alice did not start and show any fear when
she looked around and saw the warrior standing less than ten feet off,
and attentively watching her.
"You can't play Jack Stones as well as I," she said, looking saucily up
at him.
"I beat you," was his reply, as he strode forward and sat down cross
legged on the grass.
"I'd like to see you do it! You think you're very smart, don't you?"
A shadowy smile played around the stern mouth, and the Delaware,
who had studied the simple game long enough to understand it, began

the sport under the observant eyes of his little mistress.
While both were intent on the amusement, Mrs. Ripley came to the
door and stood wonderingly looking at them.
"It does seem as if Indians are human beings like the rest of us," was
her thought; "but who could resist her gentle ways?"
Up went the single stone in the air, and Omas grabbed the batch that
were lying on the ground, and then caught the first as it came down.
"That won't do!" called Alice, seizing the brawny hand, which-- sad to
say--had been stained with blood as innocent as hers; "you didn't do
that fair!"
"What de matter?" he asked, looking reproachfully into the round face
almost against his own.
"I'll show you how. Now, I lay those three on the ground like that. Then
I toss up this, pick up one without touching any of the others, keep it in
my hand and pick up the next--see?"
She illustrated her instruction by her work, while her pupil listened and
stared.
"I know--I know," he said quickly. "I show you." Then the wag of a
Delaware tossed the first stone fully twenty feet aloft, caught up the
others, and took that on the fly.
"I never saw anybody as dumb as you," was the