LITTLE JULIE WARD AND CHIEF RED JACKET.

Gisborne Times, Volume XXVI, Issue 2086, 11 January 1908, Page 5 (Supplement)

LITTLE JULIE WARD AND CHIEF RED JACKET.

\ ..resit raanv vears ago thorn iivt»tl in°, house on the Bowling Green a little girl named Julia Ward. > bodv lives in that part of voilc City now, for it is filled with groat, tall office buildings ; but m those d iys only quiet dwelling-houses out on the tiny green park. It little .Julia sniffed ’hard she could smell the soft sea air, which caiuo blowing in from the harbor only a stone’s throw away. Yet in spite of the pleasant sea breezes, her lovely young mother drooped in health. So she was sent on a iournev to get back -lierstrength, and she took little -Julia with her. First they went on board a steamboat and steamed up the beautiful Hudson River. Round and round wont the wheels of the little steamboat, till at last it stopped at Albany.- No railroads had been built in that day, so Julia was delighted -I<> find Paoa’s Jug... car-

Suck a wonderful earn ago it "'•>«> I don’t boliovo you ever saw ono liko it. Fainted a pretty pule cowslip color on tho outside, itinu.it iliuvu looked for all tko world like Cinderella's liunouß coack fashioned out of a single pumpkin. Insula, tho lining and tho cushions woroaU of bright blue cloth, most beautiful to behold. All tko four grown peoplo clnnbod in, Julia’s dear mamma, her Aunt Mima, mamma’s maul, and tho young doctor who was to take euro or her il sho should bo sick. ken . a small chair was set lor tko little gnl in llio bottom of tho carriage, in she jumped, the steps wore fouled up. the door was shut with a hang, to make it fast, tko driver whipped U l‘ liis horses, and away they went! . At lirst lit tie Julia sat very quiet., amusing lierself witli looking at tho green holds, the hig waynm trees ami the houses as the carnage rolled past them, lly-and-hy she began to '■■row a little tired. Then die moved Rev little chair quickly, and it came down on something soft, - his was the poor doctor’s loot, lie said nothing, but gently moved the chair a little, and drew his toes lrom iiiulei it.-. But littlo J ulia could not sit sini anv longor. Slie was getting some new front teeth, which hurt bor gums, and made her very restless. Bnnvp, hump went the chair, and now it lighted on the poor doctors vorv tomicrost little tool bo both Ids 'feet ached, and which one hurt the most he could hardly tell! Yet Clio poor man never said a word, nor ovon groaned, because' he was a 1 raid of troubling J ulia’s mamma. 1 think his poor feet must have keen all black and blue by tho tiino the carj’inruaoliod Niagara, Julii and bor chair bobbed about so much. Luckily sho was very fond of reading. So the good doctor road her many short stories and verses from a hook bo had brought to mmi.se her. She was so much interested that she sit quite still, and kept the chair oil nis toes for il long time—at least live minutes. . -, The journey in the big yellow coach lasted several days. One morning Julia’s mamma told her they were going to visit Red Jacket, the great Indian chief. ‘•'Now. Julia, dear, you must he very polite to him, for ho is a good tnaii. 1 want you to notice particularly the large silver medal that hangs around his neck. General Washington gave him that, because Red Jacket talked :a great- deal to the Indians of his tribe, tho Sonocas, and told them they must not fight with the people ol the United States. Rod Jacket, loves peace.” Julia paid strict attention to what mamma said, for adio was an obedient child, and loved her mamma dearly.

Presently tho carriage drove up to the Indian camp. The little girl looked out of tho_ window and saw the dark-colored wigwams of tho Indians pitched on the sandy soil. A tall, red man with a fine high lorehead and thoughtful air, stepped up to the carriage. Julia said to herself, “Now I will bo vory polite to him.”

The door of tho coach opened and the child sprang into the arms of the noble savage, clasping her hands tightly around his neck! Oh! 'How surprised Red Jacket was! Surprised and not particularly pleased, for Indians, you know, are very calm and ouiet in havior.' They liked to look dignified, and it upsets a person’s dignity to be suddenly seized around tho neck! “How strangely these white children behave!” he said to himself. Poor Red Jacket! He did not quite know what was tho polite thing for him to do. Fortunately, her mamma was very quick and drew littlo Julia back into the carriage. Aunt Eliza and the doctor could not help laughing, for Julia’s way of being polito did look very queer, and tho tall Indian chief seemed astonished. Mamma handed her daughter a fine braid of tobacco tied with a blue ribbon, saying: “Here, dear, give that to Red Jacket.” Julia held it out in her small hand and the Chief took it with pleasure. 81ie was so glad she had found out the proper way to bo polite to Indians. The doctor made friends with the Chief, and after somo talk all bade him good-bye. I do not think little Julia ever saw Red Jacket again, but the doctor persuaded him to como to New York a year or two later and to have a portrait of himself painted for Julia’s papa. Littlo Julia.often saw the picture of the Chief in her papa’s picture gallery. Whenever she looked at this portrait she thought of -her journey in tho yellow Cindrell.u coach, of the poor doctor’s toes, all black and blue from her little chair, and of the funny way in which she had tried to bo polite to the great and dignified Indian chief, Red Jacket.