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"A-ha-ha, me see'm," the Indian woman replied without the least sign of enthusiasm. "Kitty see plenty. Trail bad. Ice heavy. Branch hang down. Bad. Ugh!" "Perhaps it will keep back those men who are following us," Jean suggested. "They may not be able to get through the forest." Kitty shook her head as she looked out upon the lake. "Ice no stop white man. Trees beeg, no ice, trail good.
"It is a piece of Jean's dress!" he exclaimed. "I would know it among a thousand. Where did you find it?" "On dat," and the Indian laid his hand upon a sharp-pointed prong which jutted out from the great root of a fallen tree. "White woman carried off, eh?" "It seems like it, Pete. Her dress must have caught on that snag. Have you found anything else?" "A-ha-ha.
"You were sure that I couldn't keep away from her?" "A-ha-ha." "But I never did such a thing before, Pete. When did you ever know me to run after a woman?" "Dane find good white woman. Dane mak' no mistake." "I have made no mistake," was the emphatic reply. "I am glad you like her, Pete." "White woman good; tak' care babby, all sam' mamma. Bimeby Pete "
"Is this for me?" "A-ha-ha. Keep babby warm. Kitty mak' more bimeby. Babby no cold." A mistiness came into the girl's eyes as she stood there. The kindness of this woman affected her deeply. "Why are you so good to me?" she asked. "You never saw me until yesterday, and yet you are doing so much for me. I don't understand." "Kitty tell, eh?"
No doubt she would understand in time. "Have you lived long in this place?" she asked. "Two, t'ree winter, mebbe." "Where do you live in the summer?" "Many place; Wá-sit-um-ó-wek; Wu-las-tukw; Beeg Lake, some tam." "Where is Big Lake?" "Way dere," and Kitty motioned westward. "Go dere bimeby." "You often meet white people, I suppose?" "A-ha-ha." "Do you and Sam always travel alone?
Jean asked, while a conscious flush stole into her cheeks. "A-ha-ha, long tam. Dane leetle babby, so beeg," and she spread out her hand, palm downward, about two feet from the ground. "Kitty know Dane; Kitty know Dane mamma." "What, you know his mother?" "A-ha-ha. Good woman. Dead now." "Do you know his father?" The woman turned suddenly toward the fire without replying.
Injun track, see," and he pointed to the ground just in front of him. Dane stooped and without much difficulty he was able to discern the imprint of a moccasined-foot where it had pressed a small mound of sand. He straightened himself up and looked around. "Any more such tracks, Pete?" "A-ha-ha, down on shore. Canoe come dere. Injun carry off white woman, eh?" "There is no doubt about it.
But she had confidence in her dusky friends, and believed that they would save her. "White man come, mebbe," the Indian replied. "No ketch Injun, no ketch babby. All gone." "Where shall we go?" "Way off," and Kitty waved her hand to the right. "Beeg wood, see?" "And you will take me there? But I want to go home." "A-ha-ha, go home dat way, bimeby," and she pointed westward.
"What is it?" the girl asked, feeling certain that it meant something important. "Slashers come," Kitty explained. "Sam call Injun." "Now I understand," Jean replied, while a great fear smote her heart. "The slashers are near, and Sam wants help; is that it?" "A-ha-ha. Smoke call Injun." "Will the Indians see it?" "A-ha-ha." "Will they know what it means?" "Injun know."
"And he taught you about the Great Father?" "A-ha-ha. Long black robe come up Wu-las-tukw in canoe. Sam no forget. Sing more, eh?" Jean did as she was requested, and sang several of the hymns she remembered. At times she glanced at her dusky companions. Their eyes shone with pleasure, mingled with admiration as they watched the reclining girl, and listened to the words of hope and comfort.
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