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got land of my own high up here, and nearer to the Great Spirit than his. I do not want his blankets: I have a deer-skin ; and my squaws and my children all have skins, and we build great wood fires when it snows. No, I will not go away from this mountain. But you may tell him if he will take this mountain along, I will go down by the sea and live on the Reservation."

We reached the cabin, and built a roaring fire.

u Stand your war-club there in the corner, Klamat," said the Prince to the boy, u and come to the fire. This is your home now." The boy did as he was bid, not as a slave, but proud and unbending as a chief in council.

The little girl had washed her hands and face, thrown back her long luxuriant hair, and stood drying herself by the fire, quite at home.

Two more mouths to feed, and where was the bread to come from !

Soon the Prince went out and left us there. He returned in a little while with a loaf of bread.

Where on earth did he get it? I never knew. Maybe he stole it.

He divided it with a knife carefully into three pieces, gave first to the Indian boy, then to the Indian girl, and then to me. Then he stood there a moment, looked a little abashed, but finally said something about wood and went out.

We ate our bread as the axe smote and echoed against the pi