d see it a little way off on the other side. I
crossed the creek on a fallen tree, and still ran on, though my limbs
seemed to give way, and my side ached with fatigue.

10. The woods grew thicker and darker, the ground more wet and swampy, and
I found, as many grown people had found before me, that there was rather
hard traveling in a journey after, riches. Suddenly I met in my way a
large porcupine, who made himself still larger when he saw me, as a cross
cat raises its back and makes tails at a dog. Fearing that he would shoot
his sharp quills at me, I ran from him as fast as my tired feet would
carry me.

11. In my fright and hurry I forgot to keep my eye on the rainbow, as I
had done before; and when, at last, I remembered and looked for it, it was
nowhere in sight! It had quite faded away. When I saw that it was indeed
gone, I burst into tears; for I had lost all my treasures, and had nothing
to show for my pilgrimage but muddy feet and a wet and torn frock. So I
set out for home.

12. But I soon found that my troubles had only begun; I could not find my
way: I was lost! I could not tell which was east or west, north or south,
but wandered about here and there, crying and calling, though I knew that
no one could hear me.

13. All at once I heard voices shouting and hallooing; but, instead of
being rejoiced at this, I was frightened, fearing that the Indians were
upon me! I crawled under some bushes, by the side of a large log, and lay
perfectly still. I was wet, cold, scared, altogether very miserable
indeed; yet, when the voices came near, I did not start up and show
myself.

14. At last I heard my own name called; but I remembered that Indians were
very cunning, and thought they might have found it out some way, so I did
not answer. Then came a voice near me, that sounded like that of my eldest
brother, who lived away from home, and whom I had not seen for many
months; but I dared not believe that the voice was his.

15. Soon some one sprang up on the log by which I lay, and stood there
calling. I could not see his face; I could only see the tips of his toes,
but by them I saw that he wore a nice pair of boots, and not moccasins.
Yet I remembered that some Indians dressed like white folks; so I still
kept quiet, till I heard shouted over me a pet name, which this brother
had given me. It was the funniest name in the world.

16. I knew that no Indian knew of the name, as it was a little family
secret; so