the Indian, he said he knew her
by the hair her mother used to wear, and her being the exact likeness of
her mother.

Here she first learned of the death of her father, who, feeling the
heavy loss of his wife and the unknown fate of his darling child,
grieved so immoderately over their loss that Disease laid her fatal
hands upon him, and in one short year they laid him down gently to sleep
by her mother, until Gabriel's trump shall awake them again at the
resurrection morn. Here they tarried for the night--but the night
appeared long and sleepless to Dora--and in the early morn was
accompanied by their friend and neighbor to the church-yard where lay
the remains of her father and mother, unmarked, except by a rude stone,
to guide them to the place where their kind neighbors had gently laid
them down to rest from the turmoil of life's uneven ways. The summer
months were spent among strangers and the scenes of her early childhood,
and visiting the burial-place of her parents weekly, to water the
moss-rose and the eglantine she had planted on their graves, and scatter
the most beautiful flowers that bloomed in that region upon their graves
at the hour of falling dews, to wanton and perfume the surrounding air.

As summer wore away Dora and her husband became tired of fashionable
life, and longed to return to the shades of forest life, for which they
had a fondness--to feast again on the rich and savory dishes of venison,
wild fowls and fish, and rest in tranquillity at their own cottage home,
surrounded by shady bowers. Dora had paid the last debt of gratitude to
her deceased parents at the earliest opportunity, and then started with
her husband by the same route they came for their forest home, again to
retrace their steps, guided by a blind Indian war-path, long since
abandoned by the Indians.

After a weary march of several days they arrived at their forest home,
and were warmly greeted by the elder Mayall and his learned and
accomplished wife, who received them more warmly on account of some good
books Esock Mayall had purchased for his mother, to repay her for his
early education, which she had superintended in her own cottage, when
her husband was absent on the chase. When they arrived at their forest
home, Autumn, with all her charms, with yellow and crimson loaf and
falling fruit, charmed the young hunter and his faithful and devoted
wife, as they looked with pride upon their forest home, surrounded with
all the