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Show THE GREAT INDIAN SCARE OF '64. 81 diately the box rose up on two legs, and a voice from within exclaimed, " don't shoot!" An old lady who stopped to leave things in order, and pack her new silk dress in a valise which she intended to carry on her arm, excited the alarm of her son, who went in search of her. She saw him coming, and supposing him to be an Indian, made a rapid exit from the back door. He followed, calling her to stop. The old lady being a little deaf, failed to catch the words, but the voice excited her all the more, and impelled her to the highest speed, never stopping until she reached a place of safety, where, trembling and exhausted, she discovered she had been running from her own son. Winding along a lonely country road was Dr. B , with his "traveling hospital." When the excitement reached its highest he received a call to the country. Friends advised him not to go. But true to the chief duty of a. physician, which is to strain every nerve, and run every risk to save life, he went. Upon reaching his patient he found that her trial had come; it was premature, but required attention just the same. At the urgent request of her nurse and friends, who had seen the neighbors going, and caught the alarm, he placed her bed on a wagon and conveyed her to Denver. As usual with people under great mental excitement, the first act is insignificant or ridiculous. Mrs. C , who lived in the suburbs, shouldered a bag of bullets, and gently put them down with tender solicitation in one corner of the mint, where they served as a seat for the children. Another lady took her hoop-skirt on one arm, her child on the other, and sought a place of safety. 6 |