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He stood aside, allowing her to pass, and remained motionless, gazing after her until she turned in at her own gate and was lost to view. He shook his head dubiously and sighed. "Little Minda," he mused, under his breath. "You were my playmate once upon a time, and now! Now what are you? A rascal's sweetheart, if all they say is true. Gad, how beautiful you are!"

Will you be mine?" he added, and poured forth a flood of melody which sparkled and spread itself with its sweet murmurs over all the scene, and fairly entranced the young Minda, who sat silent, as if she feared to break the charm by speech. The bird, approaching nearer, asked her, if she loved him, to get her mother's consent to their marriage.

From that day forth she never knew want, and her young son proved a comfort to her lodge, and the tuneful carol of Monedowa and Minda, as it fell from heaven, was a music always, go whither she would, sounding peace and joy in her ear. Bokwewa and his brother lived in a far-off part of the country.

The mother, considering the lonely and destitute condition of her little household, gave her consent. The daughter, with light steps, hastened with the news to the wood. The bird lover of course heard it with delight, and fluttered through the air in happy circles, and poured forth a song of joy which thrilled Minda to the heart.

Its first note was so delicious to the ear of Minda, and it so pierced to her young heart, that she listened as she had never before to any mortal or heavenly sound. It seemed like the human voice, forbidden to speak, and uttering its language through this wild wood-chant with a mournful melody, as if it bewailed the lack of the power or the right to make itself more plainly intelligible.

"I do not suppose it has ever occurred to you that I might have loved my child too deeply to abandon her," she said, a strange softness in her voice. "My father loved me," he cried out, "and yet he left me behind." "He loved you, yes, but he would not take you. He left you with some one who also loved you. Don't ever forget that, Kenneth Gwynne. I would not go without Minda.

Missionaries in the solitary station I have referred to, after ten years' probing, have been unable to find any approach to worship in their darkened minda. "The poverty of the Indian dialects of the Chaco is scarcely surpassed by that of the dumb brutes." These wretched tribes have perfect community of goods; what is secured by one belongs equally to all.

Have you no recollection of the little girl you used to play with? Minda? The babe who could scarcely toddle when you " "Of course I remember her," he cried impatiently. "I remember everything. You took her away with you and why did you not leave her behind as my father left me? Why could you not have been as fair to your child as he was to his?" She was silent for a moment, pondering her answer.

I have had several women with me this afternoon more or less disabled by chronic rheumatism. Certainly, either their labour or the exposure it entails must be very severe, for this climate is the last that ought to engender rheumatism. This evening I had a visit from a bright young woman, calling herself Minda, who came to beg for a little rice or sugar.

"Don't know," he replied. "Where are the two Scouts who went ashore a long time ago?" asked Ned. "Tied," replied Minda, crossing his wrists to indicate what he meant. "That's nice!" Pat broke in. "Where are they?" Again Minda shook his head, saying that he did not know where the boys were, that they might have been put on board the steamer.