he cold winter will kill you."

"Tell her she will find us alive next summer," said Emma; "and, Captain
Sinclair, give her this brooch of mine, and tell her to wear it for my
sake."

Captain Sinclair gave the message and the ornament to the Indian girl,
who replied, as she looked up and smiled at Emma, "That she would never
forget the beautiful Lily who was so kind to the little
Strawberry-plant."

"Really her language is poetical and beautiful," observed Mary; "I have
nothing to give her--Oh! yes, I have; here is my ivory needle-case, with
some needles in it. Tell her it will be of use to her when she sews her
mocassins. Open it and shew her what is inside."

"She says she will be able to work faster and better, and wishes to look
at your foot, that she may be grateful; so put your foot out, Miss
Percival."

Mary did so; the Indian girl examined it, and smiled and nodded her
head.

"Oh, Captain Sinclair, tell her that the little boy who is gone with her
husband is our cousin."

Captain Sinclair reported her answer, which was, "He will be a great
hunter and bring home plenty of game by-and-bye."

"Well, now tell her that we shall always be happy to see her, and that
we are going home again! and ask her name, and tell her our own."

As Captain Sinclair interpreted, the Indian girl pronounced after him
the names of Mary and Emma very distinctly.

"She has your names you perceive; her own, translated into English, is
the Strawberry-plant."

They then nodded farewell to the young Indian, and returned home. On
the second evening after their visit, as they were at supper, the
conversation turned upon the hunter and his young Indian wife, when
John, who had, as usual, been silent, suddenly broke out with "Goes away
to-morrow!"

"They go away to-morrow, John; where do they go to?" said Mr Campbell.

"Woods," replied John.

John was correct in his statement. Early the next morning, Malachi
Bone, with his rifle on his shoulder and an axe in his hand, was seen
crossing the prairie belonging to Mr Campbell, followed by his wife,
who was bent double under her burden, which was composed of all the
property which the old hunter possessed, tied up in blankets. He had
left word the night before with Martin that he would come back in a few
days, as soon as he had squatted, to settle the bargain for his
allotment of land made over to Mr Campbell. This was just before they
had sat down to breakfast, and then they o