12.  But I soon found that my troubles had only begun; I could not find my way:  I was lost!  I could not tell which was east or west, north or south, but wandered about here and there, crying and calling, though I knew that no one could hear me.

13.  All at once I heard voices shouting and hallooing; but, instead of being rejoiced at this, I was frightened, fearing that the Indians were upon me!  I crawled under some bushes, by the side of a large log, and lay perfectly still.  I was wet, cold, scared, altogether very miserable indeed; yet, when the voices came near, I did not start up and show myself.

14.  At last I heard my own name called; but I remembered that Indians were very cunning, and thought they might have found it out some way, so I did not answer.  Then came a voice near me, that sounded like that of my eldest brother, who lived away from home, and whom I had not seen for many months; but I dared not believe that the voice was his.

15.  Soon some one sprang up on the log by which I lay, and stood there calling.  I could not see his face; I could only see the tips of his toes, but by them I saw that he wore a nice pair of boots, and not moccasins.  Yet I remembered that some Indians dressed like white folks; so I still kept quiet, till I heard shouted over me a pet name, which this brother had given me.  It was the funniest name in the world.

16.  I knew that no Indian knew of the name, as it was a little family secret; so I sprang up, and caught my brother about the ankles.  I hardly think that an Indian could have given a louder yell than he gave then; and he jumped so that he fell off the log down by my side.  But nobody was hurt; and, after kissing me till he had kissed away all my tears, he hoisted me on to his shoulder, called my other brothers, who were hunting in different directions, and we all set out for home.

17.  I had been gone nearly three hours, and had wandered a number of miles.  My brother Joseph’s coming and asking for me, had first set them to inquiring and searching me out.  When I went into the room where my brother Rufus sat, he said, “Why, my poor little sister!  I did not mean to send you off on such a wild-goose chase to the end of the rainbow.  I thought you would know I was only quizzing you.”

18.  Then my eldest brother took me on his knee, and told me what the rainbow really is:  that it is only painted air, and does not rest on the earth, so nobody could ever find the end; and that God has set it in the cloud to remind him and us of his promise never again to drown the world with a flood.  “Oh, I think God’s Promise would be a beautiful name for the rainbow!” I said.

19.  “Yes,” replied my mother, “but it tells us something more than that he will not send great floods upon the earth,—­it tells us of his beautiful love always bending over us from the skies.  And I trust that when my little girl sets forth on a pilgrimage to find God’s love, she will be led by the rainbow of his promise through all the dark places of this world to ‘treasures laid up in heaven,’ better, far better, than silver or gold.”