ur little
brothers. You have found trouble and sorrow enough already in this
world to enable you to believe that the poor little fellows may be all
the better for being taken out of it."

"Ah, yes!" replied Amoahmeh, looking gratefully up in the young
soldier's face, "I was sure the pale face knew where they were. But,"
she added earnestly, "can he tell me whether I shall see them again?"

"See them again!" rejoined Isidore, apparently somewhat puzzled for the
moment. "Ah, well, I don't know why you should not. I think," he
muttered, "I may go as far as that, though she is but a heathen. At
all events it will be some comfort to the poor thing."

It did comfort her indeed. Perhaps she only understood it very
partially, but the one absorbing uncertainty that had troubled her was
cleared away. She took Isidore's hand and kissed it; no tears fell
upon it--perhaps it would have been well with her could she have wept.
Then she arose, and before he could call to her, she had disappeared.

With a pleasant sense of relief from bodily suffering, and with a mind
not particularly pre-occupied by any anxiety, Isidore passed the
remainder of his watch in recollections now of the courtly assemblages
at Versailles, now of the voyage out to New France, now of the assault
at Oswego, as the current of his ideas was swept hither and thither by
some casual link of association, and he was only aroused from his
meditations by the appearance of the guide, who came to warn him that
breakfast was ready within, and that they would have to start in a
quarter of an hour so as to make good way daring the cool of the
morning.

As Boulanger said this his eyes lighted on the green bandages that
still enveloped Isidore's ankles. The facts were of course soon told,
and Boulanger was loud in his praises of the girl's thoughtfulness,
though he did not disguise his fears that the resumption of the boots
and a day's march in them would be a serious matter. At this juncture
Amoahmeh once more made her appearance, bringing with her a pair of
Indian moccasins, with leggings to match, on the manufacture of which
out of materials found in one of the deserted dwellings she had been
busily employed since her interview with the young soldier. Great was
Boulanger's delight, while Isidore on donning the new made, and by no
means unornamental moccasins, declared that nothing could be more
comfortable, and that he felt able to accomplish any journey that