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 select for the printing of the young man's name. A skein of and a bowl of white beads were placed near. She was just smoothing a strip of rich, purple cloth on her knee, being the color chosen, while her dark eyes wore an expression of pleasure, when the terrified shrieks of the three squaws, bursting rudely into the enclosure, caused her to start to her feet, and face them with an angry aspect.

"What do you mean by this uproar? What uncivilized savages you are!" she cried.

Before she had finished speaking, the face of a white man showed itself at the door.

"The French have come to burn and murder us," cried Pink Ear, while she and her sisters began to pull down the pile of mats with which to hide themselves from the eyes of their enemies.

The old Indian, Cat-head, cast a glance behind him, and seeing three white men entering, dropped his head on his breast, and commenced a dismal howl.