They
made every effort to catch the avenging white man, but he was too
clever for them. Yet not an Indian was molested. The white man wanted
only Chocorua, and Chocorua knew it. The chief fled from place to
place, ever pursued by the persistent avenger. Then, at last, the
white man found the trail when it was hot. He followed the trail, and
one day, when the morning was young, came face to face with the savage
chief."
"Do you know where they met, young ladies?" interrupted Janus, who was
familiar with the legend.
The girls shook their heads.
"Right here where we are sitting now."
"Grathiouth!" muttered Tommy, glancing about her apprehensively.
"They aren't here now, my dear Tommy," observed Miss Elting smilingly.
"The white man pointed his gun at the Indian," she continued, "but the
old chieftain never flinched. He sent back a look so full of hatred
that the white man almost feared him. The chief, with upraised hands,
called down the curses of the Great Spirit on the head of the white man
and all his kind. Then Chocorua turned and sped swiftly to the far end
of the shelf, near where we got the water for our supper, and, without
an instant's hesitation, leaped far out into space.
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