reshold, there were the Sun Maid's arms about his neck
and her ecstatic declaration:

"It's my darling Other Mother! She's come! She'll live with us! And
the Black Partridge; and Osceolo, and Tempest, and Snowbird, and the
Chestnut! Oh, all together again; how happy we shall be!"

"Eh? What? Yes, yes, of course," assented the Doctor, though he cast a
rather perplexed glance about his limited apartments. "Well, if it's
to be part of my work, I am ready," he added resignedly, and not
without thought of the quiet study which would be out of the question
in a tenement so crowded.

The chief and the clergyman had met before, during the former's last
visit to the Fort, and they greeted each other suavely, as would two
white gentlemen of culture and unquestioned standing. Then, while the
Sun Maid drew Wahneenah aside and exhibited the cabin, the two men
talked together and rapidly became friends.

"The Lord never shuts one door but He opens another. I came here to
instruct, hoping to pass far onward into the wilderness. Behold! the
heathen are at my very threshold. He took away my wife and sent me a
daughter. Now, at her heels, follows a woman of the race I came to
help, who looks more noble than most of her white sisters. As the Sun
Maid said, shall we not do? Only--where to house them?"

"That is soon settled. Neither the chief's daughter nor the youth,
Osceolo, could sleep beneath the tight roof of the pale-face. Their
wigwams shall be pitched behind this cabin, and there will they abide.
So will I arrange with the people at the Fort, who are my friends.
Yet, let the great medicine-man keep a sharp eye to the young brave,
Osceolo. He is my kinsman. There is good in the youth, and there is,
also, evil--much evil. He lies upon the ground to dream wild schemes,
then rises up to practise them. He is like the pale-faces--by birth a
liar. He is not to be trusted. Only by fear does he become as clay in
the hands of the potter. If my brother, the great medicine-man, will
accept this charge I ask of him there shall be always venison in
plenty, and bear's meat, and the flesh of cattle, at his door. He
shall have corn from the fields of the scattered Pottawatomies, and
the fuel for his hearth-fire shall never waste. How says my brother,
the wise medicine-man?"

"What can I say but that the Black Partridge is as generous as he is
brave, and that his readiness to support a minister of the gospel
amazes me? In that more settled Ea