eaking when they dragged me out.

"I found that they had brought a horse a-piece, with another for me to
ride on. Old Wamegon making signs to me to mount, which I did, we set
off at a rapid rate in the same direction as before.

"We went on for several days, till we reached an Indian village
consisting of buffalo-skin wigwams. Out of one of these an oldish woman
appeared, who, after a short consultation with Wamegon, bade me get off
my horse, and then, taking me in her arms, covered me with kisses, which
I would very thankfully have avoided. She was, I found, Netnokwa, my
new mother.

"I felt--and looked, I dare say--very melancholy, and though she
intended to be kind, nothing she said or did raised my spirits. She
then took me to her hut and gave me some food, of which I stood greatly
in need. I slept in the hut during the night. Next morning after
breakfast she led me forth to a spot at some distance from the village.
Here all her own people and several strangers from other tribes had
assembled.

"It was, I found, the grave of her son, which was enclosed with stakes,
and on each side of it there was a smooth open space. Here all the
people took their seats, the family and friends of Netnokwa on one side
and the strangers on the other.

"The friends had come provided with presents--pots of sugar, sacks of
corn, beads, tobacco, and bottles of fire-water.

"Some speeches having been made, Netnokwa's friends began to dance round
the grave, when one of them came up, and taking my hand insisted that I
should join them.

"The dance was very like the usual scalp-dance. From time to time one
of them came up and presented me with some of the articles they had
brought; but as I neared the party on the opposite side they were all
snatched from me, and I was left in the end without anything. Thus they
continued to dance till near nightfall, when, almost dead with fatigue,
I returned with my new mother to the village.

"After this we moved further west, the tents and other property of the
tribe being carried partly on horseback and partly by the women, while
the men rode on ahead without troubling themselves about the fatigue
their squaws were suffering. I was compelled to walk by the side of
Netnokwa. She was generally very kind, as were her daughters; but the
men treated me with great harshness, often beating me because I did not
understand what they wanted me to do. I had all sorts of tasks--cutting
wood an