t roll
in the direction of its foster-mother, but rolled toward its own mother.
It turned over some five or more times, then bounded up and ran toward the
she-bear. The latter dropped her fore feet on the earth again, and the two
bears, evidently greatly delighted to find each other, quickly disappeared
in the woods. As the cub was about to enter the bushes it turned and gave
a final glance at Mrs. Woods and rolled over.

This was too much for Mrs. Woods's heart. She said:

"After all I have done for ye, too! Oh, Little Roll Over, Little Roll
Over, I wouldn't have thought it of you!"

She surveyed the empty yard, threw her apron over her head, as stricken
people used to do in Lynn in the hour of misfortune, and sat down on the
log at the door and cried.

"I never have had any confidence in Injuns," she said, "since my saw
walked off. But I did have some respect for bears. I wonder if I shall
ever meet that little cre'tur' again, and, if I do, if it will roll over.
This world is all full of disappointments, and I have had my share. Maybe
I'll get it back to me yet. Nevertheless--"

Mrs. Woods often talked of Little Roll Over and its cunning ways; she
hoped she would some time meet it again, and wondered how it would act if
she should find it.

CHAPTER V.

THE NEST OF THE FISHING EAGLE.

Benjamin continued to attend the school, but it was evident that he did so
with an injured heart, and chiefly out of love for the old chief, his
father. He had a high regard for his teacher, whose kindness was
unfailing, and he showed a certain partiality for Gretchen; but he was as
a rule silent, and there were dark lines on his forehead that showed that
he was unhappy. He would not be treated as an inferior, and he seemed to
feel that he was so regarded by the scholars.

He began to show a peculiar kind of contempt for all of the pupils except
Gretchen. He pretended not to see them, hear them, or to be aware of their
presence or existence. He would pass through a group of boys as though the
place was vacant, not so much as moving his eye from the direct path. He
came and went, solitary and self-contained, proud, cold, and revengeful.

But this indifference was caused by sensitiveness and the feeling that he
had been slighted. The dark lines relaxed, and his face wore a kindly glow
whenever his teacher went to his desk--if the split-log bench for a
book-rest might be so called. "I would give my life for Gretchen and yo