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Updated: May 22, 2025
For a moment she forgot Nooski and Kashaqua, and stood looking at the sparkling waters and listening to the same sound of "Chiming Waters" that had made the early French settlers call the place "Carillon." She wondered if she should ever see the inside of the fort of which she had heard so much, and then heard Kashaqua calling her name. "Canoe all ready, Faith."
It was hardly larger than the skin of a good-sized puppy; but the fur was so soft and glossy that Faith and her mother exclaimed admiringly over its beauty, and Faith said that she would take the greatest care of it. She questioned Kashaqua about "Nooski," the tame bear which had followed them on their journey to Ticonderoga.
Is it the bear that your papooses tamed?" exclaimed Faith, remembering the story told her on the way. Kashaqua nodded, at the same time muttering words of reproach to the bear. "He like bad Indian, steal from friends," she explained to Faith. "His name Nooski," she added. Nooski was quite ready to make friends with Faith, but she was not yet sure of his good-nature.
It seemed to the little girl that the bear understood every word Kashaqua uttered; and when they went on their way down the trail Nooski followed, or kept close beside them. It was still early in the afternoon when they reached level ground and Faith had her first glimpse of the blue waters of Lake Champlain and saw the heights of Ticonderoga on the opposite shore.
The Indian woman had drawn the birch-bark canoe from its hiding-place in the underbrush, and the light craft now rested on the waters of the lake. The baskets and bundles were in the canoe, and Kashaqua, paddle in hand, stood waiting for her little companion. "Where's Nooski?" asked Faith, looking about for the young bear.
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