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Title: Old settler stories
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Fletcher, Mabel Elizabeth Billings, 1886-
Subjects: Frontier and pioneer life
Publisher: New York, The Macmillan Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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a little. At this point a slight sound startled him.Looking up, he saw an Indian. For a mo-ment his heart quailed. Then he recognizedTurkey, a Kickapoo so named by the 28 OLD SETTLER STORIES settlers because of his habit of painting his facea bright red. Turkey had often stopped atthe Coverdale house for food, when huntingwas poor. The Coverdales had always fed him. Ugh! said Turkey, looking down at thebuck. Perhaps the Indian would help him. Me kill buck. Cant tote him, criedA/(atthew eagerly. He pointed to the buck,then toward home; next he looked eagerlyat the Indian. Ugh ! said Turkey impassively. The boy tugged at the animal again, whileTurkey watched him without a flicker ofexpression on his dark features. Suddenly the Indian gave a queer call.Was he summoning help to steal the prize ?Matthew felt for his knife. In answer to the cry, there rode out of thewoods an Indian on a stout pony. Ugh! said Turkey. Ugh! Ugh! said the second Kickapoo,eyeing the buck. MATTHEWS FIRST BUCK 29
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There Rode out of the Woods an Indian on a Stout Pony. 30 OLD SETTLER STORIES Then the two talked rapidly in the Indiantongue. At last the newcomer began tofasten the buck to the ponys tail. Turkeymotioned for the boy to follow him, and hestarted off in the direction of the Coverdalecabin. And when the moon came up a little later,it saw two stolid Indians and a pony, dragginga buck, while beside them the happiest boyin the world was turning handsprings all thewav home. JUMPING JEPTHA Long ago there lived in a patch in thetimber a family named Humphrey. Theyhad come from Virginia in the early 40s in aVirginia wagon, and were doing theirbest to level the timber and cultivate theground. The wolves had gone from thatpart of the country at the time this storyopens except for an occasional prowler in thedeepest river timber, and the only large wildanimals thereabouts were the beautiful big-eyed deer and the sly red foxes. There werefour of the Humphreys : the father andmother, James, aged f

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