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 now moved uneasily and partially opened her eyes.

"See, she awakes!" said one of the little papooses. "Will her eyes be the color of the sky when she opens them?"

"The color of her eyes you must not know till this moon has grown round; nor must the white maiden look on the faces of her Indian friends till we have reached our forest camping grounds."

Thus saying, the man took a bottle from his pocket, and placed it to the mouth of the half-conscious girl, nor did he take it away till it was drained.

"Pale-face never wake again," said the old squaw.

"Wake in three days," said the man; "then me give her another dose, perhaps. When that is gone, me not want her to sleep so much no more. Then Torch Eye will come to look upon the white bride sent him by the Great Spirit. Now we all lie down a short time, and then we rise to make