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TWO ARROWS





HARPER'S YOUNG PEOPLE'S SERIES

NEW LARGE-TYPE EDITION

  TOBY TYLER                            James Otis
  MR. STUBBS'S BROTHER                  James Otis
  TIM AND TIP                           James Otis
  RAISING THE "PEARL"                   James Otis
  ADVENTURES OF BUFFALO BILL            W. F. Cody
  DIDDIE, DUMPS AND TOT                 Mrs. L. C. Pyrnelle
  MUSIC AND MUSICIANS                   Lucy C. Lillie
  THE CRUISE OF THE CANOE CLUB          W. L. Alden
  THE CRUISE OF THE "GHOST"             W. L. Alden
  MORAL PIRATES                         W. L. Alden
  A NEW ROBINSON CRUSOE                 W. L. Alden
  PRINCE LAZYBONES                      Mrs. W. J. Hays
  THE FLAMINGO FEATHER                  Kirk Munroe
  DERRICK STERLING                      Kirk Munroe
  CHRYSTAL, JACK & CO.                  Kirk Munroe
  WAKULLA                               Kirk Munroe
  THE ICE QUEEN                         Ernest Ingersoll
  THE RED MUSTANG                       W. O. Stoddard
  THE TALKING LEAVES                    W. O. Stoddard
  TWO ARROWS                            W. O. Stoddard

  HARPER & BROTHERS
  PUBLISHERS

[Illustration: TWO ARROWS EXPLORES THE RUINS]




  TWO ARROWS

  A STORY OF RED AND WHITE




  BY

  WILLIAM O. STODDARD

  Author of "THE TALKING LEAVES"




  ILLUSTRATED

  [Illustration]




  NEW YORK AND LONDON
  HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS




  COPYRIGHT, 1886, BY HARPER & BROTHERS
  COPYRIGHT, 1914, BY WILLIAM O. STODDARD
  F.-Y.




CONTENTS


  CHAPTER                                        PAGE

       I. THE HUNGRY CAMP                           1

      II. A YOUNG HERO                              9

     III. A BRAVE NAME                             17

      IV. THE MINING EXPEDITION                    24

       V. A VERY OLD TRAIL                         32

      VI. A THIRSTY MARCH                          40

     VII. THE GREAT CANON                          48

    VIII. WATER! WATER!                            56

      IX. INTO A NEW WORLD                         64

       X. SILE'S POCKET                            71

      XI. A TRAPPED BOY                            80

     XII. THE ERRAND OF ONE-EYE                    88

    XIII. GREAT SCOUTING                           96

     XIV. A WRESTLING MATCH                       103

      XV. A GREAT CAPTAIN                         111

     XVI. VISITING                                117

    XVII. MORE FUN                                126

   XVIII. TWO WAR-PARTIES                         136

     XIX. WONDERFUL FISHING                       146

      XX. A FULL CORRAL                           157

     XXI. THE GOLD MINE                           166

    XXII. A NEW SETTLEMENT                        174

   XXIII. DANGER                                  182

    XXIV. SILE'S VICTORY                          191

     XXV. A MIDNIGHT MARCH                        199

    XXVI. PREPARING FOR AN ATTACK                 207

   XXVII. FROM BOW TO RIFLE                       216

  XXVIII. THE APACHES HAVE COME                   224

    XXIX. STIRRING TIMES                          232

     XXX. A DARING RIDE                           239




ILLUSTRATIONS


  "Two arrows explores the ruins"                     _Frontispiece_

  "Not a boy or girl among them had such a
  treasure as that mirror"                           _Facing p._ 120

  "The midnight march of the Nez Perces"                "        206

  "His right hand with his palm up to show
  that he was peaceful"                                 "        230




TWO ARROWS





TWO ARROWS

A STORY OF RED AND WHITE




CHAPTER I

THE HUNGRY CAMP


The mountain countries of all the earth have always been wonder-lands.
The oldest and best known of them are to this day full of things that
nobody has found out. That is the reason why people are always exploring
them, but they keep their secrets remarkably well, particularly the
great secret of how they happened to get there in that shape.

The great western mountain country of the United States is made up of
range after range of wonderful peaks and ridges, and men have peered in
among them here and there, but for all the peering and searching nothing
of the wonder to speak of has been rubbed away.

Right in the eastern, edge of one of these mountain ridges, one warm
September morning, not long ago, a band of Nez Perce Indians were
encamped. It was in what is commonly called "the Far West," because
always when you get there the West is as far away as ever. The camp was
in a sort of nook, and it was not easy to say whether a spur of the
mountain jutted out into the plain, or whether a spur of the plain made
a dent in the ragged line of the mountains. More than a dozen "lodges,"
made of skins upheld by poles, were scattered around on the smoother
spots, not far from a bubbling spring of water. There were some trees
and bushes and patches of grass near the spring, but the little brook
which trickled away from it did not travel a great way into the world,
from the place where it was born, before it was soaked up and
disappeared among the sand and gravel. Up and beyond the spring, the
farther one chose to look, the rockier and the ruggeder everything
seemed to be.

Take it all together, it was a forlorn looking, hot, dried-up, and
uncomfortable sort of place. The very lodges themselves, and the human
beings around them, made it appear pitifully desolate. The spring was
the only visible thing that seemed to be alive and cheerful and at work.

There were Indians and squaws to be seen, a number of them, and boys and
girls of all sizes, and some of the squaws carried pappooses, but they
all looked as if they had given up entirely and did not expect to live
any longer. Even some of the largest men had an air of not caring much,
really, whether they lived or not; but that was the only regular and
dignified way for a Nez Perce or any other Indian warrior to take a
thing he can't help or is too lazy to fight with. The women showed more
signs of life than the men, for some of them were moving about among the
children, and one poor, old, withered, ragged squaw sat in the door of
her lodge, with her gray hair all down over her face, rocking backward
and forward, and singing a sort of droning chant.

There was not one quadruped of any kind to be seen in or about that
camp. Behind this fact was the secret of the whole matter. Those Indians
were starving! Days and days before that they had been away out upon the
plains to the eastward, hunting for buffalo. They had not found any, but
they