1.  One summer afternoon, when I was about eight years of age, I was standing at an eastern window, looking at a beautiful rainbow that, bending from the sky, seemed to be losing itself in a thick, swampy wood about a quarter of a mile distant.

2.  It happened that no one was in the room with me then but my brother Rufus, who was just recovering from a severe illness, and was sitting, propped up with pillows, in an easy-chair, looking out, with me, at the rainbow.

3.  “See, brother,” I said, “it drops right down among the cedars, where we go in the spring to find wintergreens!”

4.  “Do you know, Gracie,” said my brother, with a very serious face, “that if you should go to the end of the rain how, you would find there purses filled with money, and great pots of gold and silver?”

5.  “Is it truly so?” I asked.

6.  “Truly so,” answered my brother, with a smile.  Now, I was a simple-hearted child who believed everything that was told me, although I was again and again imposed upon; so, without another word, I darted out of the door, and set forth toward the wood.  My brother called after me as loudly as he was able, but I did not heed him.

7.  I cared nothing for the wet grass, which was sadly drabbling my clean frock,—­on and on I ran:  I was so sure that I knew just where that rainbow ended.  I remember how glad and proud I was in my thoughts, and what fine presents I promised to all my friends out of my great riches.

8.  So thinking, and laying delightful plans, almost before I knew it I had reached the cedar grove, and the end of the rainbow was not there!  But I saw it shining down among the trees a little farther off; so on and on I struggled, through the thick bushes and over logs, till I came within the sound of a stream which ran through the swamp.  Then I thought, “What if the rainbow should come down right in the middle of that deep, muddy brook!”

9.  Ah! but I was frightened for my heavy pots of gold and silver, and my purses of money.  How should I ever find them there? and what a time I should have getting them out!  I reached the bank of the stream, and “the end was not yet.”  But I could see it a little way off on the other side.  I crossed the creek on a fallen tree, and still ran on, though my limbs seemed to give way, and my side ached with fatigue.

10.  The woods grew thicker and darker, the ground more wet and swampy, and I found, as many grown people had found before me, that there was rather hard traveling in a journey after, riches.  Suddenly I met in my way a large porcupine, who made himself still larger when he saw me, as a cross cat raises its back and makes tails at a dog.  Fearing that he would shoot his sharp quills at me, I ran from him as fast as my tired feet would carry me.

11.  In my fright and hurry I forgot to keep my eye on the rainbow, as I had done before; and when, at last, I remembered and looked for it, it was nowhere in sight!  It had quite faded away.  When I saw that it was indeed gone, I burst into tears; for I had lost all my treasures, and had nothing to show for my pilgrimage but muddy feet and a wet and torn frock.  So I set out for home.