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‘A HIT IN THE SHOULDER, = “Tama little afraid of the water coo, but I had rather drown than fall into the hands of the savages.” ee s “Tt was the savages that I had reference to, for I am not _ afraid of the water. They can swim, Martha, and their bul- va lets could easily reach us from the shore, if they should hap- - pen to seé us. I think you had better put out that light, for it might attract the attention of some wandering Indian.” The words were hardly out of the lips of the brave girl, When there was a bright flash on the eastern shore of the _ river, followed by a sharp report, and a bullet whizzed across = the water. Martha screamed, and dropped the candle in the beat, and her cousin uttered a slight ery of pain. ; ‘ “ Put out the light, and lie down in the bottom of the ca- ~ noe!” whispered Kate, as she herself crouched down in the = stern. OE “ What made you ery out in that way ?” asked Martha, sy when she had hurriedly followed the direction of her cousin. é “ Because Iwas hurt. That bullet hit me in the shoulder.” 7 _ “God preserve us! You had better give me the paddle, and let me try to run the boat to the shore.” — “No, the hurt is nothing. I am sure that it is only a slight wound, and I think I can manage the canve better than you cun,” — Kate put out her arm over the side of the boat, and steered toward the west shore of the pond. In a few moments an-— - Other shot incited her to greater exertions. The ball struck - the canoe, but fortunately did not go through the wood, or it ‘Might have injured Benny, whose sleep in thie bottom of the : boat had not yet been distarbed. edt “T think I hear some one swimming,” whispered Martha, = < = Hurry and take the boat to the shore.” 2 “ Not just yet. A man must have good eyes who can find the canoe ia this darkness. We must deceive them if we pa Kate kept the canoe headed down-stream a little longer “and then turned it in to the shore, striking the bank just be = | low a bend in the river. She jumped ashore, lifted Benny — = 2 _ Out of the boat and pat him in the arms of her cousin, and en pushed the dug-out into the stream, whispering to Me | a Ries up the bank. NL «ol ) — > wy i