was it? Might it not be some chief, who, having heard of his intended mission, had come forth to meet him?
He hastened his steps. When he came nearer, he saw that it was only an Indian woman; a little closer, and to his inexpressible astonishment he recognized his old nurse.
"What does this mean?" he exclaimed. "What are you doing here, and in Indian garb, too?"
She rose to her feet with simple, natural dignity.
"It means," she said, "that I go with you. Was I not your nurse in childhood? Did I not carry you in my arms then, and has not your roof sheltered me since? Can I forsake him who is as my own child? My heart has twined around you too long to be torn away. Your path shall be my path; we go together."
It was in vain that Cecil protested, reasoned, argued.
"I have spoken," she said. "I will not turn back from my words while life is left me."
He would have pleaded longer, but she threw a light pack upon her back and went on into the forest. She had made her decision, and he knew she would adhere to it with the inflexible obstinacy of her race.
He could only follow her regretfully; and yet he could not but be grateful for her loyalty.
At the edge of the wood he paused and looked back. Before him lay the farms and orchards of the Puritans. Here and there a flock of sheep was being driven from the fold into the pasture, and a girl, bucket in hand, was taking her way to the milking shed. From each farmhouse a column of smoke rose
