ley. One of them, the
fourth boy, Daniel by name, had lingered behind. He had waited until the
five Delawares were leaving, and then had gone up to the youngest of the
Indians, and touched his hand.

The Indian looked down at the small boy, and smiled. "How?" he said
encouragingly.

"Is the feather in your hair a flamingo feather?" asked the boy.

The Delaware nodded. "Yes, him flamingo."

"How did you win it?"

The young man smiled again. "Once the Delawares must have rescue from
the Hurons. A chief sent me with others to take word. We must go through
Iroquois country to get Hurons. Iroquois bad people, war with us. Other
Delawares killed, I take word in safe. Hurons go back with me, and help
my people. Chief give me flamingo feather."

Admiration shone in the boy's eyes. "I like the Delawares," said he.

"Delawares like you people," replied the Indian. "What you name?"

"Daniel Boone. Some day, when I grow up, I'll come and visit you."

"Good," said the other. He held out his hand as he was used to seeing
white men do. The boy put his palm in the Indian's, and they shook
hands. Then Daniel turned and scampered down the road after his father.

The boys of the Boone family had a very good time. They lived on what
was then the frontier between civilization and the wilderness. They
learned to hunt and fish, and to know the habits of the animals of the
woods and fields. Moreover they were almost as used to seeing Indians as
to seeing white people, and had none of the fear of them which kept so
many of the settlers farther east continually uneasy.

The boys and girls had plenty of work to do. Squire Boone had a big
farm, and kept five or six looms working in his house, making homespun
clothes for his large family and to sell to his neighbors. He owned a
splendid grazing range some little distance north of his home, and sent
his cattle there early each spring.

Shortly after that Sunday of Count Zinzendorf's missionary meeting
Daniel's mother told him that he and she were to take the cattle north
to this range, and watch them during the summer. Squire Boone was needed
at the farm, the older girls were to tend the loom, and the mother had
chosen her favorite son to go north with her.

At the beginning of summer they drove the cows to the range, and stayed
there with them until autumn. Mrs. Boone and Daniel lived in a small
cabin, far from any neighbors. Near the cabin, over a spring, was a
dairy-house. The stur