the Indian shall be treated as the future bride of his son."
North Wind took Nattie up in his blanket, and carried her back to the wigwam.
"What matter now?" asked the old squaw, when he entered with his burden.
He did not answer, but, placing Nattie on the settee, went to the fire, where the pot of herbs still simmered.
"What herbs have you got in the pot?" he at length asked, turning to the old squaw.
"Such as are good for dizzy, two-sighted heads," she answered. "But you spurned my hand. You would not let the white squaw drink the healing balm of the woods, that I toiled to make for her good. See what better health you can pour from the vials of the red medicine-man."
The old Indian tasted the contents of the pot, then dipped up a small quantity in a cup, added to it some drops from a vial, and carried the dose to Nattie.
