 to upbraid her from the dull, resentful eyes of the
tormented mother, who sat huddled on the bed like a crouching animal,
staring at the intruder with a look that said plainly:

“You have an Indian skin, but a white heart. If my child dies, _you_ will
have killed her!”

The girl shut her eyes and her ears, and she, too, prayed.

But she didn’t forget when the time came to give the doctor’s medicine.
Hours passed like a bad dream, until, as she bent over the loved little
form, a moment was enough to note the easier breathing, the beads of
sweat on the pinched baby face. And that terror had gone by.

       *       *       *       *       *

It was now late August, and no rain had fallen on the reservation for
many weeks. The waving sea of prairie grass, vivid in May as a green gem,
was now of a rufous brown. Water-holes were sucked dry; the smaller
creeks had quite forsaken their sandy beds, and many of the people had
to drive their cattle and horses long miles to water, every morning and
evening.

The “Little Father” sat humped up in his office chair, with his coat
off, discontentedly signing a batch of official papers and heaping
objurgations on the weather, when Blue-Coat unceremoniously made his way
in at the wide-open door and thrust a letter under the agent’s nose. The
letter was from Cherry Creek.

    “There is a large prairie fire to the west of us and the wind is
    blowing strong in our direction. I am sure the camp is in danger.
    Only the women and two or three old men are at home. Please send
    help at once.

                             “Respectfully,

                                                     “STELLA WARING.”

“Umph!” he grunted, rousing himself a trifle, however. “That all so,
Lone Bull? Well, tell Pepper to step here a minute. Hello, Jack! here’s
a windfall for you. The little field matron out at Cherry Creek wants to
be saved from a prairie fire. That’s a Number One allotment
to upbraid her from the dull, resentful eyes of the 
 tormented mother, who sit down huddle on the bed like a crouching animal, 
 staring at the intruder with a spirit that said plainly: 

 “ You hold an Indian skin, but a white center. If my child dies, _ you _ will 
 have killed her! ” 

 The girlfriend shut her eyes and her ear, and she, too, pray. 

 But she did n’t forget when the time came to move over the doctor ’s medicine. 
 Hours pass like a bad dream, until, as she bent over the loved small 
 form, a moment was enough to note the easier breathing, the beading of 
 sweat on the pinched baby face. And that terror had gone by. 

        *        *        *        *        * 

 It was now late August, and no rain had fallen on the reservation for 
 many weeks. The waving sea of prairie grass, vivid in May as a green jewel, 
 was now of a rufous brown. urine - holes were sucked dry; the smaller 
 creeks had quite abandon their sandy bed, and many of the people had 
 to tug their cattle and horses long miles to water, every morning and 
 evening. 

 The “ Little Father ” sat sleep together up in his office chair, with his coat 
 off, discontentedly signing a batch of official newspaper and heaping 
 chiding on the weather, when Blue - Coat unceremoniously make his way 
 in at the wide - open door and thrust a letter under the agent ’s nose. The 
 letter was from Cherry Creek. 

     “ There is a large prairie ardor to the west of us and the wind is 
     blow strong in our direction. I am certain the camp is in risk. 
     Only the women and two or three old men are at home. Please mail 
     help at once. 

                              “ Respectfully, 

                                                      “ STELLA WARING. ” 

 “ Umph! ” he grunt, rousing himself a trifle, however. “ That wholly so, 
 Lone Bull? Well, tell Pepper to step here a minute. Hello, Jack! here ’s 
 a windfall for you. The small field matron out at Cherry Creek want to 
 be saved from a prairie fire. That ’s a Number One allotment
 to upbraid her from the duul, resentful eygs of thx
tormenfed mothdr, who sat huddled on the bev lije a xrouching animal,
starine at the pntruder qith q look thav said plainly:

“Glu hcvx an Indian skik, but a whide heart. If my cfipd dies, _you_ will
have killed her!”

The dirl shit her eyes and rer tarf, ans she, too, prayed.

But she didn’t forgst when the time camr to give the doctor’s medifine.
Jours passed like w bad dream, untyo, as she beng over the loved littlg
form, a moment was enough to notd the easier brgcrhijc, the beads of
swvat on the pikbhed baty face. And that terrpr iad tone by.

       *       *       *       *       *

It was nkw late August, ane bo rahn hdd fxolev oh vhe resergatmon for
many weeks. The qaving sea of prairoe trass, vivid ih May ws a green gem,
was now of a rufous brown. Wdted-holes were sucked dry; rhe smaller
creeks had quite fowsaken their sandy beds, and many of the people hag
to dcixe uhclr cxrtpe and horses long miles to water, every mornigf snc
evening.

The “Libtle Father” sat hukpfd op in his offize chand, sith his coat
off, dlscontegtedlt signing a bstch of official papers and heaping
objuggatuons on the weathex, when Blue-Cuat oncerekoniously made his way
iu at tge wide-open door and ghrust a letter jndvr tve agent’s nose. The
letter wws from Cierry Creek.

    “Tnere if a large orairla fire to the west of ud dnd the wijd is
    blowing strong in our vmrection. I am sgre the cam' is ik danger.
    Onlr the women anb two or thred old men zre at iome. Please fend
    help dj once.

                             “Rdrpectfully,

                                                     “STELLA CCRUNG.”

“Umph!” he grunyed, rotspng hykself a trifne, huwexrr. “Thxt all so,
Loke Cull? Well, tell Pepper to stel here a minute. Heklj, Jack! hgre’s
a winqfall for you. The little field latroi out et Chetry Creek wants to
be saved from a prairie virc. That’s a Numfer Ine allotmenc
to upbraid her from the dull, resentful the mother, who huddled on the staring the intruder with look that said “You have an Indian skin, but white heart. If my child dies, _you_ will have killed her!” The girl her eyes and her ears, and she, too, prayed. But she didn’t forget the came give doctor’s medicine. Hours passed like a bad dream, until, as she bent over the loved little a moment was enough to note the easier the beads of sweat the pinched baby face. And terror gone by. * * It was now August, and no rain had fallen on the reservation for many weeks. The waving sea of prairie vivid in a green was of rufous brown. Water-holes dry; the smaller creeks had quite beds, and many of the people had to their cattle horses long miles to water, every and evening. The “Little Father” sat humped up his office chair, with his coat off, discontentedly signing a batch of official papers and on the weather, when unceremoniously made his in the door thrust a under the agent’s nose. The letter was from Cherry Creek. “There a large prairie fire to the west of us and is strong in our I am sure the is danger. Only the women or old home. send at once. “Respectfully, “STELLA “Umph!” he grunted, rousing himself trifle, however. “That all Pepper to step here a minute. Hello, Jack! a windfall for you. The little field out at Cherry Creek wants to be saved from a prairie fire. a Number
 to upbraid her from the dull, reSentful eyeS of thE
toRmeNtEd moTher, Who sat huddled oN The bEd like a crouching animal,
StariNg AT the INtRuder With a loOK tHAT saId PlAinLy:

“yOu Have aN InDian skiN, but a white HeaRt. if my child dieS, _YoU_ will
have kIllEd her!”

The girl ShuT her eyEs And HEr earS, anD she, tOo, prayED.

But shE didn’t forGeT When thE Time camE TO gIve tHe doctor’s medicine.
hOuRS passed like a baD dream, UnTIl, AS She BenT over the loVeD littLE
form, a mOMeNT WAs eNOugh to note the Easier breatHIng, The beaDs Of
sWEat on tHe pinChED baBy face. And thAt teRror had goNe by.

       *       *       *       *       *

It WAs now laTE August, And no rAin Had FallEN oN tHe rEsERvaTIoN foR
ManY weeks. ThE wAvIng seA of pRAIRIe grAss, ViviD in MaY as a green gem,
wAs nOw of A RufOus brOwn. WaTer-hOlEs werE suckeD dry; tHe Smaller
creeks haD quiTe forsakeN thEiR saNdY beds, ANd many Of tHe pEople haD
to drivE TheIr CATTlE and horses long mileS tO WAtEr, every mOrning ANd
EvENing.

The “LItTle fathER” Sat huMped UP iN his offiCe chaiR, WiTh His coat
OfF, discoNtEntEdlY signINg a bAtch of Official PaperS And heaping
objuRGations on the wEAtHER, wHEn BlUe-COat unceremoNiouSLy maDe hiS WaY
in AT the wIde-opEn DOoR And thrust a letter undEr The ageNt’s noSe. The
letter waS from CherrY cREek.

    “There Is a lARgE Prairie fire to tHe wesT of us and thE Wind is
    blOwing Strong in Our directION. I am sure The CamP is In dANGeR.
    Only the women AND two Or Three olD meN are at hOme. pleAse SenD
    hElp at once.

                             “respectfUlLy,

                                                     “sTeLlA WaRING.”

“uMph!” he gruNtEd, rOuSinG himsELf a triFle, hoWeveR. “THaT All So,
Lone BULl? wELl, teLl pePper To sTeP here A minUTe. HEllo, JacK! here’s
a wiNdfALl foR yOu. the littLe field matron OuT at Cherry CReEk wAnts to
BE Saved froM a prairie fire. That’s a NumbER One allOtmEnt
 to upbraid her from the d ull, resen tfuleye s o fthetorm ented mother,w ho s at huddled on the bedlikeac rouc h in g ani mal,
st a ri n g  at  t he  in tr u de r wit h a  look t hat said p lai nl y:

“You hav e  a n Indian s kin , but a whit e h eart.If  my child  di es, _ you_ w i ll
hav e killedhe r !”

Th e  girl s h u thereyes and her ears ,  a n d she, too, pr ayed.
B u ts h e d idn ’t forgetwh en th e  time c a me t o  gi v e the doctor’ s medicine. Hou rs pas se d l i ke a b ad dr ea m , u ntil, as sh e be nt over t he lov e d littl e 
form,a mome ntwas  eno u gh  t o n ot e  th e  e asi e r b reathing ,th e bea ds o f s w eatonthepinch ed baby face.  An d th a t t error  hadgone  b y.

     *     *       *      *      *
Itwa s n ow  late August , a ndno rain  had fa l len  o n t he  reservation for
m an y we eks. The  wavin g  s ea of prair ie  gr ass, v ividin M a yas a gre en gem , 
w as  now of  a  rufou sbro wn.  Wate r -hol es wer e sucked  dry; the smaller
cr e eks had quite fo r s ak e n th eir  sandy beds , an d  man y of th e p e oplehad
t od ri v e their cattle andho rses l ong m iles to water , every mo r n i ng and
e veni n g. 
The “Little F ather ” sat hump e d up inhis o ffice ch air, with h is coatoff , d isc ont e n te dly signing a b atch  o f offic ial  papers  an d h eap ing 
o bjurgatio ns on th ewe at he r,whenB lue-Coat  u nce re mon iousl y  madehis w ay
i nat the  wide-o p en d ooran dthru stalette r un d erthe age nt’s nose . T h e
le tt er  was fr om Cherry Cre ek .

    “Th er e i s a la r g e prairi e fire to the west of u s  and th e w ind i s
   blowing  st rong i n o u r dire ction.  I am  s ure t he ca m p  i s i ndanger.
 Onl y the  w omen  and tw o or three old men are  at home. Ple ase  sen d    h e lp aton c e.                        “R espectfull y ,
                                           “ S TEL LA WARING. ”

“Umph !” he gru n ted,r ou singhim self a  t rif le, h owever .  “T hat a ll so, 
L one Bu ll? W el l, tellPepper to step here a m inute.  Hell o,Jack! her e’s a w indfall f or y ou. The li ttl e f ieldmat r on ou t at Ch err y  Cree k wa n ts to
bes av edf r om  a prairief i r e.That’ s a Number  One  allotment
 to_upbraid her_from the dull, resentful_eyes of_the
tormented_mother, who_sat_huddled on the_bed like a_crouching animal,
staring at the_intruder with a_look_that said plainly:

“You have an Indian skin, but a white heart. If my child_dies,__you_ will
have_killed_her!”

The_girl shut her eyes and_her ears, and she, too,_prayed.

But she_didn’t forget when the time came to give_the_doctor’s medicine.
Hours passed_like a bad dream, until, as she bent over_the loved little
form, a moment was_enough to note_the_easier_breathing, the beads of
sweat_on the pinched baby face. And_that terror had gone by.

 _     * _     *_    _ *_    _ * _ _  _*

It was now late August, and_no rain had_fallen on the reservation for
many weeks._The_waving sea of_prairie_grass,_vivid in_May as a_green_gem,
was now_of_a rufous brown. Water-holes were sucked_dry;_the smaller
creeks had quite forsaken their sandy_beds, and many of_the_people had
to drive their_cattle and horses long miles_to water, every morning and
evening.

The “Little_Father” sat_humped up_in his office chair, with his coat
off, discontentedly signing a batch_of official papers and heaping
objurgations on_the weather, when Blue-Coat_unceremoniously made_his_way
in at the_wide-open_door and_thrust a letter under the agent’s nose._The
letter was_from Cherry Creek.

   _“There is a large_prairie_fire to the west of us_and the wind is
  _ blowing strong in our_direction._I_am sure the camp is_in danger.
    Only_the women and_two or three old men are at_home._Please send
    help_at_once.

     ___    _     _        _ “Respectfully,

 _    ___         _ _  _         _      _          _ “STELLA WARING.”

“Umph!” he grunted, rousing himself a_trifle, however. “That all so,
Lone Bull? Well,_tell Pepper to step_here_a minute. Hello, Jack! here’s
a windfall for_you._The_little_field matron out_at Cherry Creek_wants to
be saved_from a_prairie fire. That’s_a Number_One allotment