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 Eye, whose very name seemed hateful to thine ear? But, had my father heeded my entreaties, and taken thee back to the home from which he conveyed thee away, thou mightst now have been well and happy. What will he think when he returns? He bade me come beneath his wigwam no more till I could do his bidding, and take as my own the Great Spirit's gift which he brought to me. When he finds that the French have burned his home, and death has claimed the bride, will he not conclude that the Great Spirit, in anger at his sin of stealing the white child, has come to lay desolate his hearth and hunting grounds?"

The youth took from his vest the slip of cloth containing the lettered name, "Nathalie Norton," and looked on it in the fitful moonlight.

"Is this name all that is left of her whose lithe little form sat near me but a few hours ago? Are the bright black eyes, that changed and lighted as she talked to me in her easy, flowing English,