been watching his proceedings with an
interest of which he was wholly unconscious--kneeling before him,
evidently intent on applying to the inflamed and aching joints a
quantity of large green leaves which she had just gathered for the
purpose.

There are probably few amongst us who have not, at one time or another,
experienced that ineffably exquisite sensation caused by the sudden
cessation of intense and wearing pain. For a minute or two Isidore
could, only look down complacently on his ministering angel, giving
forth more than one deep and long drawn sigh of relief; then naturally
enough pity for her once more awoke within him, and he exclaimed, "Poor
child! now this is very thoughtful of you. Really one must admit that
there are some things in which even a mere savage has the advantage of
us. Yes," he added thoughtfully, "I wish I could do something to
lighten your troubles and hardships."

The girl looked up in his face. His words had fallen dead, but the
tone in which they were spoken reached her heart.

"You can tell me where they are," she said softly, but very earnestly.

"Where they are," repeated Isidore. "Ah, well. Do you mean your
father or your kindred?"

"Tsawanhonhi is in the happy hunting grounds--Amoahmeh knows that,"
answered the girl, quietly yet firmly. "Yes, and Wacontah is with
him--I know that too. But--but the little ones, Tanondah and Tsarahes,
my brothers--where are they? Oh! who will tell me where they are?"

Isidore was silent. "I suppose," thought he, "these must be the little
ones that she has loved and lost; Pritchard said something of her
friends having been all killed."

He looked at her sorrowfully, for the eager, inquiring face troubled
him, he scarce knew why.

"The pale faces know what the Great Spirit says about all things. Will
the young brave hide this from poor Amoahmeh?" said she with a yet more
wistful look.

"Now what is this fellow Pritchard," said Isidore to himself, "or what
am I, ay, or what is even Monseigneur the Archbishop for that matter,
that we should take upon ourselves to say what a loving Father in His
wisdom may choose to do with these red skins after they leave this
world?"

"My good girl," he blurted out, after a short pause, "the Great Spirit
has taken your little brothers, and keeps them safe enough in a place
that He has made on purpose for them. The Great Spirit is a good
Spirit, and you may be quite sure that He would not hurt yo