d of a north wind
came down to them from Home, over the river, with sweet
promise. And as they looked, the morning light was catching
Wut-a-qut-o's grave head, and then hill-top after hill-top,
and ridge after ridge of the high mountain land, till all of
them were alight with the day's warm hues, while all beneath
slept yet in the greys of the dawn. The brother and sister
stood side by side, perfectly silent; only Winnie's tears ran,
sometimes with such a gush that it brought her head down, and
sobs that could be heard came to Winthrop's ears. They stood
till they were hailed by the old miller.

"Ha! Winthrop -- glad to see ye! how do you do? Haven't seen
your face this great while. Winnie? is it? -- Glad to see ye!
She's growed a bit. Come right along into the house -- we'll
have something for breakfast by and by, I expect. I didn't
know you was here till five minutes ago -- I was late out
myself -- ain't as spry as I used to be; -- Come!" --

"Oh Governor, let's go straight home!" said Winnie.

"There's time enough yet, Mr. Cowslip, for your purposes. What
o'clock do you suppose it is?"

"Well, I s'pose it's somewhere goin' on to six, ain't it?"

"It has left five. We can breakfast with Karen yet, Winnie."

"Oh do, Governor!"

"If you'll give us a boat instead of a breakfast, Mr. Cowslip,
we will thank you just as much, and maybe take your
hospitality another time."

"But won't you stop and take just a mouthful first? you'd
better."

"No thank you. We shall have to take it up there; and two
breakfasts a day don't agree with me."

With some sorrow on Mr. Cowslip's part, this was submitted to.
The boat was got out; Hildebrand dropped into it and took the
oars, "guessing he wouldn't mind going himself;" and Winthrop
and Winnie sat close together in the stern. Not to steer; for
Hildebrand was much too accustomed an oarsman to need any such
help in coasting the river for miles up and down.

CHAPTER IV.

Away, away, from men and towns,
To the wild wood and the downs --
To the silent wilderness
Where the soul need not repress
Its music, lest it should not find
An echo in another's mind.
SHELLEY.

Winnie drew a breath of gratification, as the oars began to
dimple the still water and the little boat rounded out from
behind the wharf and headed up the river; the very same way by
which Winthrop had taken Mr. Haye's two young ladies once long
before. The tide was just at the turn, and Hildebrand made