he hour of peril and affliction--who had so
wonderfully restored to them their lost treasures, and turned all their
gloom into sunshine, filling their hearts with joy and gladness.

"And now, my dear Alfred," said Mrs Campbell, whose arms still
encircled the neck of Percival, "do pray tell us what has taken place,
and how you recovered Mary and this dear boy."

Alfred then entered into detail, first stating the knowledge which
Captain Sinclair, Malachi, and himself had of Percival being still in
existence from the letter written by the Indian woman, the seizure and
confinement of the Young Otter in consequence, which was retaliated by
the abduction of Mary. When he had finished, Mr Campbell said--

"And poor Martin, where is he, that I may thank him?"

"He is at his own lodge with the Strawberry, who is dressing his wound;
for we have not been able to do so for two or three days, and it has
become very painful."

"We owe him a large debt of gratitude," said Mr Campbell; "he has
suffered much on our account. And your poor man, Captain Sinclair, who
fell!"

"Yes," replied Sinclair, "he was one of our best men; yet it was the
will of Heaven. He lost his life in the recovery of my dear Mary, and I
shall not forget his wife and child, you may depend upon it."

"Now, Mary, let us have your narrative of what passed when you were in
the company of the Indians, before your rescue."

"I was, as you know, gathering the cranberries in the Cedar Swamp, when
I was suddenly seized, and something was thrust into my mouth, so that I
had no time or power to cry out. My head was then wrapt up in some
folds of blanket, by which I was almost suffocated, and I was then
lifted up and borne away by two or three men. For a time I kept my
senses, but at last the suffocation was so great that my head swam, and
I believe I fainted, for I do not recollect being put down; yet after a
time I found myself lying under a tree and surrounded by fire or six
Indians, who were squatted round me. I was not a little terrified, as
you may imagine. They neither moved nor spoke for some time; I
endeavoured to rise, but a hand on my shoulder kept me down, and I did
not attempt a useless resistance. Soon afterwards an Indian woman
brought me some water, and I immediately recognised her as the one whom
we succoured when we found her in the woods. This gave me courage and
hope, though her countenance was immovable, and I could not perceive,
even by