my prayers, and stand between me and my God!"
The slight impression produced on the savage was, however, soon forgotten, and he continued pointing, with taunting irony, towards Alice.
"Look! the child weeps! She is young to die! Send her to Munro, to comb his gray hairs, and keep the life in the heart of the old man."
Cora could not resist the desire to look upon her youthful sister, in whose eyes she met an imploring glance, that betrayed the longing of nature.
"What says he, dearest Cora?" asked the trembling voice of Alice. "Did he speak of sending me to our father?"
For many moments the elder sister looked upon the younger, with a countenance that wavered with powerful and contending emotions. At length she spoke, though her tones had lost their rich and calm fulness, in an expression of tenderness, that seemed maternal.
"Alice," she said, "the Huron offers us both life—nay, more than both; he offers
