ve done to-day."

"If we think of rest at this early stage in our lives, how will it be
when we become thirty or forty years older?"

"I refer only to the temporary rest of the body and mind, such as they
must have after periods of labor and excitement. Such rest the
youngest as well as the oldest requires. Be careful, Cora, you don't
drop the little fellow!"

"Never fear," laughed the mother, as the youngster woke and commenced
several juvenile antics more interesting to the parents than to any
one else:

"How lively!" remarked the proud father. "It seems to me I never saw a
child at his age as bright and animated."

And what father does not hold precisely the same opinion of his young
hopeful?

"Look!" exclaimed the mother, "some one must be coming to see you."

An Indian woman was discernible among the trees, walking along the
path at a rapid walk, as if she were greatly hurried. Her head was
bent, but now and then she raised it and glanced toward the cabin,
showing that that was her destination.

Passing from the shadow of the wood into the Clearing, the missionary
recognized one of the worst women of the tribe. She had scoffed at his
preaching, had openly insulted him, and during the first month or two
had manifested a disposition approaching violence. To this Richter
only answered by kindness; he used every means to conciliate her
good-will, but thus far with indifferent success. Her husband,
The-au-o-too, a warrior favorably inclined toward the white man, was
thoughtful and attentive; and the good minister wondered that the
savage did not restrain these unwomanly demonstrations upon his
squaw's part.

She approached with rapid step, until she stood directly in front of
them. Harvey saw that her countenance was agitated.

"Well, At-to-uck," said he, kindly, "you seem troubled. Is there
anything I can do for you?"

[Illustration: "Well, At-to-uck," said he, kindly, "you seem
troubled."]

"Me ain't trouble," she answered, using English as well as her very
imperfect knowledge would admit. "Me ain't trouble--_me_ ain't."

"Who may it be then?"

"The-au-o-too--he _much_ trouble. Sick--in woods--die--_berry_ sick."

"What do you mean, At-to-uck?" asked the missionary, his interest
strongly awakened. "Has anything befallen your husband?"

"He fall," she answered, eagerly, catching at the helping word, "he
fall--much hurt--die--die--won't got well."

"Where is he?"

She spun around on one foot, an