cles as she could carry, with
her youngest child on her back, while she led the other, she commenced
her weary march across that wild region of mountains, forests, and
streams now known as British Columbia. To no human being had she spoken
since her husband's dying comrade warned her to fly.

For days she toiled on over the rough ground, often having to carry the
little Moolak, in addition to his sister. She had barely food
sufficient for another day, when several grey wreaths of smoke ascending
from a valley told her that a band of friends or foes were encamped
below. She hesitated to approach them. "They may be foes; and if they
are, will they spare me, wretched though I am?" she said to herself.
She looked at her children. "I have no more food for them; I must
venture on."

Emerging from a thick wood, she saw close before her a large encampment.
She staggered forward, and stood trembling amid the camp. A chief
stepped forward from his wigwam and listened to her tale, which was soon
told.

"You shall be a sister to us," he answered. "Your people are our
friends, and, still more, are your husband's people. I will be as a
father to your children. Fear not, sister. Here you shall find rest,
and shelter, and food."

The chief kept to his word, and the poor widow was treated with the
greatest kindness by him and his people. The summer came, and a brigade
of the company's trading canoes passed down the river. The people
landed, and spoke to her. She was known to several of them, and they
invited her to accompany them. The Indians entreated her to remain with
them. She thanked them and said, "No, I will go with my husband's
people. When I wedded him I became one of them. I wish, also, that his
children should become like them, and be brought up in the faith to
which he held."

Wishing, therefore, the kind Indians farewell, she accompanied the
voyageurs; and in the far-off settlement to the east, where she
ultimately took up her abode under a Christian missionary, she herself
learned more clearly to comprehend the truths of the Gospel whose
gracious offers she had embraced, while by all around she was respected
and beloved.

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

THE TRAWLERS, A TALE OF THE NORTH SEA

THE NORTH SEA FLEET--SUNDAY AT THE FISHING GROUND--THE MISSIONARY
SERVICE--THE GALE--A MISHAP TO THE SEA-GULL AND HER CAPTAIN--A CRASH--
THE CAPTAIN'S DEATH--ALL LOST BUT TWO BOYS--DOING ONE'S DUTY--MORNING--
ALONE WI