y. Sleep did not visit her eyelids, but anxiously she
listened the livelong night for any sounds which might indicate the
approach of foes. A wandering pack of wolves might have discovered her;
and as she had only a long knife, which she had brought away to defend
herself, her prospect of escape was small indeed.

Daylight came at last, and at the first grey streak of light in the
eastern sky she was again mounted as before, and on her way towards the
fort. She did not draw rein except when necessary to stop and feed the
horses. If enemies were following her, she began to hope that she had
distanced them. Choosing for her camp at night a sheltered spot in a
deep hollow, she ventured to light a small fire, at which she could warm
her own and her little one's benumbed limbs and dress some food. She
slept, too; but still so heavy was her heart, that she would have
welcomed death but for the little ones at her side.

Kamela, too, had a hope beyond the grave. Confused as her notions
probably were, she had learned from her husband that the Great Spirit,
who made the world, is a God of love, and holiness and purity; that it
is not His will that any should perish; that it was man's disobedience
brought sin, and suffering, and death into the world, and that God's Own
Son came into the world that He might triumph over both. Kamela could,
therefore, pray intelligently to that Great Spirit through His Son, who
died for the sins of the whole world, for protection and support. Not
often has a person been placed in greater peril than was that young
Indian woman.

On the evening of the third day, just as she had reached the brow of a
hill, she saw galloping towards her a band of warriors. She knew at a
glance that they were foes. She trusted that she had not been seen.
Rapidly turning her horses round, she galloped down the hill into the
thickest part of the wood. Again she watched. The Indians, instead of
ascending the hill, as she feared they might do, kept along the valley,
and thus did not discover her trail. She emerged from her concealment,
and, as long as light lasted, pushed on towards the fort. Once there,
she trusted that food and shelter would be found for her little ones.
More than once little Moolak asked for his father. Only then did tears
start to her eyes. She replied, "He has gone to be with the Great
Spirit. We shall go to him some day."

The neighbourhood of the fort was reached; her loved ones w