in the mouth at the
sight of danger now; nervous they call it, I believe."

"No, no, uncle, Jane is none of that; but she is tired, and will have
courage enough when rested," spoke up Edward.

"I believe it is all your work, chief; you have frightened her, she
places such confidence in your wood craft that she supposes if you
cannot find your way out no one can."

"My shoes are worn to shreds," said Jane, holding up the remnant of
what once had been a pair of strong leather shoes, "and my feet are
lacerated and bleeding. I am sure I have been patient; for, though I
have been travelling with great pain, I have borne it uncomplainingly,
hoping every day we should arrive at some place where relief might be
obtained."

"My poor sister you shall have mine," said Edward, taking them off;
"for, though much worn, and too large, yet they will be a better
protection than your own."

"Young brave, put on your shoes again. I can provide the antelope[7]
with moccasins that will be softer, and more effectually protect her
feet than your shoes."

[7] A pet name bestowed on Jane by the chief for her agility in
travelling.

So saying, the chief took off his tunic, which was made of fawn-skin,
laid it on the ground, and bade her place her foot upon it, and then
drawing his hunting-knife around, cut the exact shape of her foot in
the skin. Then taking some strips of leather wood he split it and
twisted it into a strong thread, after which he punctured small holes
with the point of his knife in the shoe he had cut, and drawing the
thread through, soon had completed a pair of strong soft moccasins.

"Well done, chief," said Jane, delighted with his handy work; "I did
not think of this resort to a covering, but own it is effectual and
very neatly done. You must kill another fawn and I will make you a new
tunic to replace the one you have spoiled."

As it was getting late they encamped on the spot, there being water but
a few rods distant, and visiting it, the chief pulled from the earth
some roots, at the same time crying, "Yampa! yampa!"[8]

[8] A root much used by the Indians as food.

"Nothing so welcome in our situation," cried the trapper. "Collect
enough of them, while I try to kill some turkies that I have a glimpse
of yonder."

Sidney and Edward went to work and soon had a nice fire blazing, and
then began to clear away the rubbish from around it, so as to make it
more comfortable. This accomplished,