d him to her
home and then glided away to her father, the Indian chief?

Esock Mayall no longer seemed to notice the flashes of lightning, the
roaring of the thunder, nor the pelting of the storm, but kept his eye
upon the departing form of that beautiful angel amid the rushing of the
tempest. Could this be the chief's daughter, her face as white as a pond
lily with the rose's blush upon her cheek and her eyes as blue as the
violets of May, with her flaxen hair flowing in unbound ringlets upon
her shoulders? No, never. No Indian blood ever flowed in the veins of a
being so white and fair. It must be a phantom of his bewildered
imagination. He was sure that when he reached the wigwam he should see
the chief's daughter with her red skin, long, straight black hair and
snaky eyes, just as he had pictured her in his imagination ever since
his father first mentioned her name.

A few moments more and they were unloading from their canvas-covered
wagon before the Indian chief's wigwam, with the same fair being he had
seen retire so hastily to the wigwam amid the fury of the storm, flying
about, leading the children into the wigwam and kindly assisting them in
drying their wet garments; for the fury of the storm had passed by.
After Mayall and his son had taken care of their team they walked to the
wigwam, Mayall leading the way, whilst his son, Esock, walked timidly
behind, straining every nerve lest he should lose his presence of mind
when the chief's daughter appeared before him. He entered the wigwam.
Curiosity stood on tiptoe.

The Indian chief welcomed Mayall and his son to his most ample
hospitality, and then, turning to the fairy queen that stood near him,
he said he was pleased with having an opportunity of making Esock
Mayall, the son of his old friend, acquainted with his adopted daughter.
The maiden stopped gently forward and took young Mayall by the hand. The
secret was out. The vision of beauty constantly appeared before him, by
night and by day.

The Indian chief had taken this young squaw, as he called her, a
prisoner in one of his excursions into Canada during the war of the
Revolution, and adopted her into his family on account of her comeliness
and natural graces.

Their clothes were soon dried by a warm fire, and they all sat down to a
sumptuous dinner of venison and wild fowls, which was a favorite dish
with the Mayalls, and pleased them more than the most sumptuous feast
that could be set upon the Pre