"Well, I wish she had never come here," said Black-bird.
"Be not foolish in regard to the pale-face," said the old squaw. "Though the poor creature can help us some, what is she for beauty or wit when set beside my handsome Black-bird."
"I don't like her," said the Indian maid.
"Nor does the Red Rose love the pale-face," returned the squaw; "but we do not want her to get back to her own people. They might ther come down upon us, and destroy our wigwams, or bear off our chief to a prison for having stolen one of their race. Sorry was the day to me when I saw the girl under your father's blanket; but he will believe that the Great Spirit sent her into his path to be taken as a bride for his son, Torch Eye, whose mother was of the white race."
The boys now came in, leading Nattie, or Tulip, as they called her.
"She is half blind," said Fox Heart; "for
