the "scare" were told and retold around the winter and, at last, people were able to laugh at them inthad f trembling. One of the tales the people of ville loved best was of the fiery old man upriver, who, although past sixty, left his old wife to defend the homestead with the only gun they owned, while he set out empty-handed to fight the Indians But, although it all came to nothing and folks could laugh at the "massacree scare" at last, still it left with many people a deeper fear and hatred of the Indians than they had ever felt before. The Indians themselves understood this. Now that the excitement was over, they were safe from even the most cowardly of the hite men. But, nevertheless, they prepared to leave their bark huts and move westward for a time. The felt the stirring of the sap in the trees. A smell of spring in the winter air lured them. The old women made bundles of their furs and blankets and cooking pots and put them on pole and buckskin litters. The ponies pranced, the dogs Indian men re fitted bowstrings, polished knives and guns, and pre pared the canoes for a long portage over the ice. One day, soon after the "scare, when Caddie came from school, she saw an Indian pony tied