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 thought that, if she had something with which to employ them a while each day, time would drag less heavily. She remembered the last task to which she had sat down before the destroying wretches had entered the wigwam. It was to work the name of "Augustus Reid" in beads. She asked if the dress in which she had come to her present place of abode, was entirely burned away.

"Why, no, not quite," said the young woman; "but it was a hee of fragments. I put itamong my soiled rags."

"If you would look and see if the pocket is still there," said Nattie, "and bring anything it may contain, to me, I would be very giad."

The search was made, and the pocket, itself, placed in Nattie's hand. Her eyes shone with pleasure as she received it. There were the beads and cloth in a bit of paper, tied around with some threads of horse-hair. Her hands kept busy all that day, in the bed-room, fashioning the letters