e; and though they would
undoubtedly, as you say, be kind to me, yet it would not be like my own
people. Their ways are not like ours; and though I could not live among
them, you could with ours."

"Whirlwind was cradled in the forest, and he is not a child to die in a
white man's wigwam," returned the chief. "If the antelope will not go
with him to his people, he must leave her;" and though the words were
slow and measured as they fell from his lips, his chest heaved
convulsively, and his eye was bent with intense light on her, as if he
would read the secret workings of her soul.

"Oh, I cannot, cannot go!" she said, extending her clasped hands
appealingly, as she raised her eyes towards him.

"Because you do not love as I do," said he, clasping her in a long and
close embrace, then releasing her with a single bitterly uttered
"Farewell! we may never meet again," bounded away, leaving the poor
girl alone to ponder on the strange conduct of the chief.

"She is better alone," said Howe, "let us away," and retreating, they
found the Arapahoes in commotion, and before they could rightly
comprehended the meaning of what had transpired, they formed into a
body, each one holding his horse by the halter, and at a signal from
the chief, were firmly mounted on their steeds. Waving their adieu to
their host, they were out of sight before Mr. Duncan and Howe were
conscious of their design.

"Poor fellow," said the trapper, "he has carried away a sad heart--an
inadequate return, indeed, for all he has done for us."

"I would willingly have had it otherwise, but it seems they were both
too strongly attached to customs and kindred among which they were born
and which have become a part of their being, to give them up for each
other."

"Well, well," said Howe, "I have little faith in broken hearts; at
least what I have had was never strengthened by observation or
experience. It is all for the best, I suppose, but I liked the chief,
and feel as though I had parted from a brother."

While assembled together in a group a few evenings after, of which the
curate occupied a prominent position, our wanderers had been recounting
some of the wonders they had seen, among which Mr. Duncan related to
the curate the story of the Old Man of Lake Superior, and Howe gave
them a description of the ruins among the mountains. The curate
listened silently, but, evidently, with great interest to the recital
until its conclusion. He then commence