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 she might be from her old home, but feared, from what the little Indian boy had said, that the distance was very great. She knew not what direction to take, either; but she thought that anything,—death from starvation, oc wild beasts,—would be preferable to life among these barbarous Indians. She did not know that she would be too closely watched to find any opportunity of making her escape from the clutches of her captors.

Nattie had fallen among fues whose cunning excceded her own. But at last she drew some comfort from the thought:

"My father will surely find me and take me home."