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 encountered, and only sought to elude them, if possible.

She bent her steps directly to the house which the young man had just left, and peeped into the window. It looked so cheery and comfortable to poor Nattie, as she stood there, hungry, tired, her clothes half burned and hanging loosely about her, and the smart of the burns stinging most cruelly! There seemed to be an air of her old home about the apartment, but perhaps this was because her eyes had been so long unused to the comforts and appliances of civilized life. Possibly, any home of the whites would have worn the same grateful aspect, in her eyes.

"Will it do for me to rap?" thought Nattie. "What a sight I am, to enter such a nice place as this! It would be better for me to find the shed, and lie down there. I am so sick, and faint, and miserable, that perhaps I shall die before morning. I guess that these are people of my own race, so they will bury me, and I sha'n't