hurt. Sore. Slashers
much 'fraid. Go 'way queek."

"Oh, I am so glad," and Jean gave a sigh of relief. She felt quite
secure now, and she looked with admiration upon the hardy Indians who
had done so much for her. She thanked them, and they were pleased at
her words. To see this white girl happy made up somewhat for their
disappointment of the night.

The next day the visitors left for their own lodges, so once again Jean
and her two companions were alone. The days that followed were busy
ones for the Indians. There were many things to do before starting on
their long journey overland of which Jean had no idea. First of all,
there was a travelling-suit to be made for the white girl. From the
cache Sam brought down some soft, tanned caribou skin, and upon this
Kitty began to work. Jean watched her with great interest and
admiration.

"What do you call that?" she enquired, pointing to the skin. "Will you
teach me some of your words? I want to speak Indian."

Kitty looked at the girl and laughed.

"Injun talk hard," she said. "Babby spik Injun, eh?"

"Yes, will you teach me? Now, what do you call this skin?"

"Mu-ka-lip-we-u," was the reply.

"And what is the name of that sinew-thread?"

"Tun-u-wan."

Jean repeated these words, and so well did she speak them that Kitty
was much pleased.

"Babby learn queek," she encouraged. "Babby spik all sam' Injun
bimeby."

"I am going to learn Indian," Jean declared, "and I want you to tell me
the names of many things."

The studying of the Maliseet language was a new pleasure to Jean, and
she made excellent progress. She asked the names of various things
about the camp, and in a few days she had stored up in her mind quite a
stock of words. She now spoke of the fire as "skwut," firewood as
"Skwut-o-e-to'tch," the mouth as "hu-ton," eyes as "u-si-suk," hair as
"pi-es." There was no end to the words she learned, and both Sam and
Kitty vied with each other in teaching her. When Sam brought in a
rabbit he would hold it up and say "Ma-tu-kwes," or if a partridge,
"se-se-ka-ti-ke-es." Then he would laugh as Jean tried to pronounce
the words.

When the ice was firm enough to venture upon, Jean watched Sam as he
cut a hole, dropped down a line, and brought forth a fine speckled
trout. As the fish flopped about, he exclaimed, "Sko-tum! Sko-tum!"

One day he produced a piece of ash wood, and began to make the frames
of a pair of snow-shoes.

"Ha-ku