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ers am, at a little distance from Martha, thought ‘that she heard = slight rustling near her. > ; Involuntarily she raised her head and listened. Again she’ i heard the noise, and was convinced that some one was craw l- ing toward her. J< She at once commenced to draw back, preparatory to flight; — but she had not raised her arm from the ground, when there was a whizzing in the air, followed by a sharp and cutting sound, as a knife was struck into the earth near her elbow, ~ cutting through the sleeve of her dress. She quickly tore the dress loose, and turned to her cousin, taking Benny from her arms, and rising to go. Martha was _- ina tremor of excitement, and did not need to be told to fol- low. “What is it?” she whispered, when Kate stopped, only a few yards from the spot where the blow had been struck. _“ An Indian struck at me with his kuife, and cut through my sleeve.” “ Where is he now ?” “1 have heard nothing more of him. I suppose he thought he had met an enemy, and was afraid to do any thing more in the darkness.” : “The woods must be full of them. Are ‘you not going a - _ Tun away from this place ?” #3 “No. If they are looking for us, they will not be likely = ss a to come right here. Let us wait behind this large tree.” _ While the two girls waited beside the tree, they were startled =. 238 by a terrific war-whoop, at no great distance from where they — _ Were standing, It frightened them so much; that they started — _ and ran blindly through the forest, their speed being accelers — ee by a series of yells that followed the whoop, and wt a een roe not a until they were out of breath.