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 cooking, or take care of the little papooses. Whenever she made awkward blunders, or exhibited an unwillingness in the performance of her tasks, she received a sharp cut about the head and ears, from a green hide which the old squaw kept bung on a deer's horn, near where she sat. The poor girl used to wish, so much, that they would show her how to make baskets; but they pretended that she was too stupid to learn, and that she would only bend up and waste their nice material. They also said it was proper that Nattie should first learn to do housework. When she had learned to do that perfectly, it would be time to think of something else.

Thus time wore on till summer came, and all the great forest was clad in the richest green. Birds' songs, rich and sweet, but unfamiliar to Nattie's ears, rang around the wigwam. The old chief made ready to go on a hunting expedition. When he returned, Torch Eye, his son, would come with him. The youth was now sojourning