on:  the light gleamed through the pane and flickered upon the face of her sleeping infant.  She heard distinctly their voices in low, guttural tones, and their heavy tread fell painfully upon her ear.  They passed round the corner of the house, and she lost sight and sound of them.  She opened the door into an adjoining apartment, and the light burst upon her with such intense brightness that she thought at first they had fired the house.  Upon approaching the window, she again discovered them by the wood pile searching for the axe, which they soon raised, and cutting several sticks of wood, bore it away to replenish their fire.

In a short time their dusky forms wrapped in their dirty blankets, were stretched upon the damp ground, with their greasy heads turned towards the fire, and sleep descended upon their weary lids, and silence once more reigned round that forest home.

Dove Eye still reclined upon the rock, watching the moon as it hid its silver beams behind a dark mountain, whose eternal summit lay stretched along the western horizon.

Mrs. Fuller, too, kept anxious watch.  She knew from many of them she had nothing to fear; they had often warmed themselves by her fire, had eaten of her bread, and in many ways been partakers of her hospitality, and she knew the Indian never forgets a kindness.

She gently hushed the feeble wailings of her infant, lest it should awaken them to savage rage.  She almost resolved to take her children and leave the house while that savage band were weighed down by sleep and intoxication.  But she feared it might exasperate them if they found her gone, and so she waited the event, lifting her heart to God in prayer, for he was the refuge of that christian woman, in every hour of trial.

The sun came up at length, and shed his glorious beams over the face of rejoicing nature.  The birds sang their matin hymns of praise.  The dew drops glittered upon the green grass and tender herbage, and the restless cows lowed, impatient to wander forth at their accustomed hour.  The children arose, refreshed by their slumber, and as they looked out upon the dusky sons of the forest, their hearts quaked within them, and stealing silently into a corner, they awaited their fate with pale faces.

Dove Eye stole quietly from the rock, and kindling the almost extinguished fire, hastily prepared their simple morning meal.  She took from a deer skin knapsack, which she carried upon her back, a neat white cloth, and repaired to the house of Mrs. Fuller, wishing to exchange some nice dried moose meat for some new milk.  Mrs. Fuller hastily milked, and filling a large pail, Dove Eye bore it to their place of rendezvous, and the cows went forth to crop the dewy grass.

She then awoke her husband, and soon the dusky group were partaking of their morning repast, with evident satisfaction, after which they made preparations to depart.  They came, one after another, to get their hunting utensils and their implements of war, from Mrs. Fuller, telling her,