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 her dreams are made bitter, and she wakes in the morning scared and weary."

"When I think of the buckets of water which I bear, each day, from the spring at the foot of the beech-tree," said Brown Wren, "for the scalding of the wooden bowls and the washings of the towels, I am like to wish the sun had never risen that saw me leave my own hut for the wigwam of the great chief, and I pray that the Great Spirit may soon relieve us all from this wretched way of life."

"I would not cry so bitterly," said Blue Top, "at the toils of sweeping, and the lifting of the heavy mats and blankets each morning and night, if our father, the poor, old, bowed-down Cat-head, were well treated. But he is hooted at, and his pains are doubled by his privations; for he can not have his mat or blankets by day, but he must sit or lie on the damp earth; nor can he have a bath of herbs for his cough, because the smell does not happen to please the nose of the