rs more. Oonomoo
brought down a turkey with his rifle, dressed it, and had a fire
burning with which to cook it. This was accomplished in a short time
under his skillful manipulations, and a hearty meal afforded to every
one of the little company. Lieutenant Canfield noticed that neither
the Huron nor his son ate more than a mouthful or two, and he was now
satisfied that the news brought by the latter was bad and
disheartening. He refrained, however, from referring to the subject
again, well knowing that the Indian would tell him all that he thought
proper, when the time arrived.

They had just completed their meal, when Niniotan and Oonomoo started,
raising their heads, as if something had caught their ears. Listening
a moment, the latter said:

"Somebody comin'."

"Hebens, golly! am it Injines?" asked Cato, looking around for some
good place to hide. The eyes of the soldier and Miss Prescott asked
the same question, and the Huron replied:

"Ain't Injins--walk too heavy--white men."

"They must be friends then," exclaimed the girl, springing up and
clapping her hands.

"Dey're comin'--hear 'em."

The dull tramp, tramp of men walking in regular file was distinctly
audible to all, and while they listened, a clear, musical voice called
out:

"This way, boys, we've a long tramp before we reach that infernal
Indian town."

"Your father, as I live!" whispered the soldier to the girl beside him.
The next moment, the blue uniform of an officer of the Federal army was
distinguished through the trees, and the manly form of Captain
Prescott, at the head of a file of a dozen men, came into full view.

"Hello! what have we here?" he asked, suddenly stopping and looking at
the company before him. "Why there's Lieutenant Canfield as sure as I
am alive, and if that ain't my dear little daughter yonder, I hope I
may never lift my sword for Mad Anthony again. And there's Oonomoo,
the best red-man that ever pulled the trigger of a rifle, with a little
pocket edition of himself, and grinning Cato too! Why don't you come
to the arms of your father, sis, and let him hug you?"

This unexpected meeting with his loved daughter, when his worst fears
were aroused for her safety, caused the revulsion of feeling in Captain
Prescott, and his pleasantry is perhaps excusable when all the
circumstances are considered. The tears of joy coursed down the
gray-headed soldier's cheeks as he pressed his cherished daughter to
his bo