A GOOD SAMARITAN.
The three carefully approached the camp-fire, and soon assured themselves
that there was but a single person near it, an old Indian who sat with
closed eyes and nodding head, totally unmindful of their presence.
"Yes, he is all alone," remarked Howard, in response to the statement
that Tim had made on first seeing the fire. "But he has no gun, so far
as I can see."
"Has he anything to eat?" inquired Elwood. "For that is getting to be
the most important matter."
"There doesn't appear to be any."
"Jist howld still where you baas, till I takes a look around," said Tim,
with an admonitory wave of the hand.
They obeyed while he went still nearer on tiptoe. When he was scarcely
twenty feet away he paused, and stooping down and bending his head first
to one side and then to the other, and raising and arching his neck
until his longitudinal dimensions became fearful, he at last satisfied
himself that the Indian was alone.
Without moving his feet, Tim now turned his head and motioned for his
companions to join him. They did so very carefully and silently, and the
three men then stood where the light of the fire shone full in their
faces, and where they could not help being the first objects the Indian
would see when he was pleased to look up.
"We'll have to wake him," whispered Tim, "and shall I yill, or hit him
with a stone on top of the head?"
"Neither; I have heard that the slumber of Indians is very light, and if
you just speak or make a slight noise I have no doubt it will rouse
him."
The fire, which had at its first kindling been large, was now
smouldering as though it had not been touched for several hours. The
Indian was seated on a large stone, his arms hanging listlessly over his
knees, and his head sunk so low that his features could not be seen.
Instead of the defiant scalp-lock drooping from his crown, his hair was
long and luxuriant, and plentifully mixed with gray. It hung loosely
over his shoulders, and in front of his face, and helped to give him a
strange, repulsive appearance.
"I say, owld gintleman, are you draaming, or--"
As quick as lightning the head of the Indian flashed up, and his black
eyes were centered with a look of alarm upon the individuals before him.
Tim had had some experience with these people when a miner, and he now
began making signs to the savage, who seemed on the point of springing
up and darting away. Naturally enough the Irishman continued talking,
although it was certain that the one could not understand a word the
other uttered.
"We maan no harrum," said the Irishman, raising his hands and letting
them fall at his side, to show that he carried no weapons, and held good
will toward the stranger. The boys judged it best to imitate their
comrade; and after standing a few moments, the three walked quietly up
to the fire. The startled Indian instantly rose to his feet and placed
his hand upon the haft of a large knife at his waist.
"None of that, ye spalpeen, or I'll smash you to smithereens!" said Tim,
who, although his words were of such dire portent, spoke as gently as if
he were seeking to quiet an infant.
They now noticed that the Indian was very old. His face was scarred and
wrinkled, his body bent, and his limbs tottered as if scarcely able to
bear his weight; but his eye was as keen and defiant as the eagle's, and
he stood ready to defend himself if harm were offered him.
Tim did the most prudent thing possible. He advanced straight to the
savage and offered his hand. This means of salutation was understood by
the latter, who, after some tottering hesitation, raised his right hand
from the knife and returned the pressure. Dropping it, he looked toward
Elwood and Howard, who saluted him in the same manner, and the parties
were now satisfied regarding the feelings of each other.
"Ask him for something to eat!" said Elwood; "I am beginning to feel
faint for the want of food."
"What good will the same do? He hasn't anything to give."
"He must live some way himself, and what will support such an old man as
he is, is surely good for us."
The signs that Tim now made were unmistakable in their import. He opened
his huge mouth until the cavern was fearful to contemplate; then he
snapped his teeth together like a dog that has failed to catch a piece
of meat thrown to him; after which he carried his hand back and forth to
his mouth, and opened and shut it again.
The Indian watched these manuevers a moment, and then gave an
exclamation intended solely for his own benefit--and which, therefore,
it is not necessary to give, if we could, and we can't--and turning his
back, commenced moving away with the feeble, uncertain gait of old age.
"What does that mean?" inquired Howard.
The savage, seeing they did not follow, paused and looked back.
"That is an invitation," said Tim; "do yees foller."
"But where will he lead us?"
"How can I tell?"
"But it may be into danger," admonished the most cautious Howard.
"It's the only chance we've got to save ourselves from starving, and for
me getting a shmoke out of a pipe, which I am as hungry for as I am for
a few pounds of mate."
The three, the Irishman taking the lead, did not hesitate longer, but
stepped forward, and the Indian immediately resumed his guidance. The
boys could not avoid some alarm and misgiving in thus following blindly
an Indian whom they had not seen until a few minutes before, and who,
they had every reason to believe, was hostile; but there seemed no other
course, and they obeyed the suggestion of Tim O'Rooney.
The Indian led the way for several hundred yards, when he halted before
one of the rudest and oddest habitations imaginable. It was made of
stones, stumps, limbs, dirt and skins, its dimensions being about twenty
feet in every direction. The savage paused but a moment when he shoved a
large skin aside, entered and held it open for his friends to do the
same. Tim O'Rooney peered cautiously into the lodge before trusting
himself within it, but seeing nothing alarming, he stepped briskly
forward, and was followed by the two boys and Terror.
A dim fire was burning in one corner, against the face of a rock, and
opposite it lay a bundle of clothes, which, upon being rather roughly
touched by the foot of the Indian, resolved itself into a being of the
feminine gender, unquestionably the partner of the master of the lodge.
A few words were exchanged between the two, when the squaw busied
herself in preparing a meal, while her husband stirred the fire into a
cheerful blaze that brightly illuminated every portion of the singular
dwelling. He seemed entirely forgetful of the presence of the strangers,
who seated themselves upon a broad flat stone and calmly awaited the
result of his doings.
The old lady speedily appeared with a huge piece of meat, which was soon
roasting on the fire, its savory odor filling the apartment, and
rendering our friends half frantic in their starving condition. It was
quickly cooked; the Indian severed it into four equal portions with his
hunting-knife, and tossed one to each of his visitors, including the
dog, which was really suffering for the want of nourishment.
As Elwood and Howard ravenously ate the well-cooked, juicy meat, free
from pepper and salt, they were sure they had never tasted such a
delicious morsel in all their life. The pieces were of a generous size,
and after all three had gormandized themselves until, absolutely, they
could contain no more, each had some left. This, as a matter of course,
was thrown to Terror, and by the time he had swallowed them all, he
licked his jaws to show that his pangs of hunger were also fully
satisfied.