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I am bound to say that I suddenly grew vastly in my own estimation that evening. Up to this time I had been the youngest person in all the camp, the most helpless, the least of all. Here was a change. Here were persons more helpless than myself; some one now that I could advise, direct, dictate to and patronize.

There must be a point in each man s life when he becomes a man turns from the ways of a boy.

I dare say any man can date his manhood from some event, from some little circumstance that seemed to invest him with a sort of majesty, and dignify him, in his own estimation, at least, with manhood. A man must first be his own disciple. If he does not first believe himself a man, he may be very sure the world, not one man or woman of the world, will believe it.

We sat late by the fire that night. The little girl leaned against the wall by the fire-side and slept, but the boy seemed only to brighten and awake as* the night went on. He looked into the fire. What did he see? What were his thoughts? What faces were there? Fire, and smoke, and blood the dead!

Down before the fire in their fur-robes we laid the little Indians to sleep, and sought our blankets in the bunks against the wall.

Through the night one arose and then the other, and stirred the fire silently and lay down. Indians never let their fires go out in their lodges in time of peace. It is thought a bad omen, an