ey finally permitted Agnes to go, and she
was happy at the thought.

When she was alone with Fred, she said to him, "Brother, your life is
linked with mine, and I will never let you go alone. Where thou goest,
I will go. United we will do what the good Lord will give us to do in
this life."

Fred kissed his sister tenderly. "You are as true as gold," he said,
"and I would miss you greatly if you would stay at home."

"There is no danger to fear," Agnes said; "the good Lord is everywhere,
and we are in His hand. But I do not fear the Indians either; yes, I
feel it to be my mission to conciliate and help them."

So after a few days when their preparations were completed, they left
the safe and comfortable home to take the trail that led to the forests.

Their departure was somewhat delayed by the arrival of good Pastor
Eliot, who came with his young wife to visit the Bradleys.

He was a pious and good man, and he discussed the proposition, which
the children had in mind, with conscientious care.

"If we were living in England," he said, "I, no doubt, would dissuade
the children from making so hazardous a trip. But since I have lived
in America, I have learned many a lesson. Here the people are
different. They are men and women, while in years they still are boys
and girls. They think in terms which in old England only mature men
and women use. They are not afraid of anything. The forest is their
home. Hard work is their pleasure. Enterprises are the topic of their
conversation. The spirit of adventure is bred into their hearts. What
shall we say of this peculiar and heroic generation? May the Lord keep
them in piety; otherwise, we, trusting in our strength, will perish."

"Your words are very true," Mrs. Bradley said; "but these children,
thank God, are pious and unspoiled. They honor and respect their
superiors; they are devout in their prayers and Bible studies; they
care nothing for the sinful pleasures of the world; but I wish they
would not go to dangerous Connecticut."

"We must entrust them to the Lord," said the good pastor; "perhaps
some good will come out of this mission."

So after many a prayer and with many blessings, our three friends left
their New England home, accompanied by an Indian guide and an Indian
servant who had charge of the three pack horses.

CHAPTER VIII

PEQUOT INDIANS

"Hm," Fred muttered to himself, as he gazed around in wonder. "What is
this?"

He