bent thoughtfully on the damp, dark ground in front of the wigwam, she saw that name, "Augustus Reid,"—stretched out in great, white bead letters, at her feet. But, strange to tell, the next moment she saw another name, and one which she dreaded ever to think of, written directly below the first one. The second one was, "Torch Eye."
Nattie put her hands to her eyes, and returned to the interior of the wigwam. The old chief was sitting up, looking about him, in all directions. He soon discovered Nattie, and called out:
"Ho, my gay Tulip! has she been abroad already, to brighten the morning with her beauty? The eyes of old North Wind are gladdened by the sight of her, looking even as when the Great Spirit sent her forth from the white man's door, to become a child of the forest, the bold red man's bride. They tell me that some dimness has come to the bright eyes of the Tulip. She must make
