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A few days later, Mrs. Benson wrote to Captain Ranger, as follows:—
"I have met here an interesting and highly educated Indian woman, who says she is the wife of the posttrader you met in Utah. She says that trader is your brother Joseph, whom for many years you mourned as dead. She is here to educate her boys at the BrothersSchool, and her girls at the Academy of the Sacred Heart.
"When we saw her on the plains, she looked nothing but an ordinary squaw. Now she and the children are well and fashionably dressed, and as presentable in every way as any family in this primitive hostelry; and that is saying a good deal, for there are ladies here of high rank and breeding from the Eastern cities, and also from over the seas. Mrs. Ranger (she still answers to the name of Addicks) was educated in London, she says, where, as the daughter of an Indian chieftain of the land of the Dakotas, she was admitted into the most aristocratic circles. After completing her education she returned to her native haunts and met your brother, who made her his wife. She seems to have plenty of money; her children are bright and intelligent,—the girls especially so, they being, she says, more like their father than the boys; and for this, as you know, there is a physiological reason."
"I'll see that woman the very first time I go to Portland," said the Captain, aloud, as he folded the letter deliberately.
"What woman?" asked Sally O'Dowd.
"Nobody in particular," he answered, thrusting the letter hurriedly into his pocket, and looking confused and foolish as he returned to his work.
The labor of felling, hewing, hauling, and finally raising into houses the timbers for the big log buildings which were to afford homes for the half-dozen or more families who had, by common consent, adopted a sort of corporate method for residing upon and cultivat
