Stories of Colonial Children

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1894 edition. Excerpt: ...when she reached the meeting-house, entered, and walked with her strange guests down the 'aisle to her seat. The men in the church sprang up. They seized their guns. Out with the savage! they cried. He is a spy! a spy! Stop! commanded Lady Yeardley. He is my guest. As such I claim your courtesy towards him. Listen, and let me tell you what this means. Then the lady told the story. The men listened; but they only half believed in the honor of the red man after all. He will do us no harm, answered Lady Yeardley firmly. I pledge you my whole plantation that no harm shall come to us through him. I believe in him. Cannot you? Then she opened the door of the quaint old pew that was hers, and led her two strange looking guests in. The men put down their guns, and sat back in their seats. It was a strange sight, --the Indian chief, side by side, with the beautiful Lady Yeard-ley in the little colonial church. But Lady Yeardley had no fear; she knew the hearts of her guests. Poor little Papoose I she thought; poor little Papoose 1 THE BOY CAPTIVE. I wish I could tell you that all Indian stories had as happy endings as this of Lady Yeardley. But alas, alas! it was very rarely that anything but suffering and torture followed an Indian's visit among the colonists. I could tell you pages upon pages of their terrible deeds and of the sufferings of the white people; of the scalping of whole families; of the burning alive of little babies; of the separation of mothers from their children and of the brutal treatment of the captives by the Indians. But perhaps a few here and there will be enough; for you who like Indian stories can read them from so many other books. Just a few, then, and we will leave the Indians and talk of the great war of...