, Kitty had managed to make a rough little one for Rudolph, dotted
with clumps of beads, and he wore it next his heart with secret pride.
The little fellow had once, while tramping through the forest with
Katequa, seen a number of deer gathered around a spring, or salt-lick,
as it is called, and had quivered with frightened delight to see the
finest one fall wounded by her arrow. When the large eyes of the wounded
creature had turned plaintively toward him, he had tried not to feel
sorry, but his heart ached in spite of his efforts,

"I shall be a mighty hunter one of these days," he said to Kitty on his
return; "but I won't shoot deer, for they look at you just as if they
wanted to speak. I'll get bears though, lots of 'em, and buffalo; and
I'll have a fine trap when I get home, and catch badgers and foxes, just
as the Indians do."

Tom and Rudolph saw with indignation that, throughout the village, the
labor and drudgery were forced upon the squaws, while the warriors
stretched themselves lazily upon the ground, or smoked their pipes under
the spreading trees. As for Kitty, she was too busy watching the women
cook, dig, chop, and carry, to make any moral reflections.

She loved, also, to sit beside them when they prepared the skins brought
in from the hunt, or while they were busy with their curious sewing, so
different from that with which she had seen her mother occupied.

Bright-colored rags, feathers, beads, porcupine-quills, and even scraps
of tin, were the ornaments upon which the squaws relied to make the
toilets of their tribe "stylish" and beautiful; and Kitty--tiny little
woman that she was--soon grew to agree with them perfectly in matters of
taste.

To be sure, the Indian women never did anything quite so barbarous as to
put their little girls' feet into narrow shoes with high heels, nor
fasten tight belts about their waists, so that the God-given machinery
within could hardly work. But they did many preposterous things, for all
that. They painted their bodies and tattooed their skins, by pricking
figures on the flesh and rubbing in some staining juice when the blood
appeared. They even pierced their noses so that bright rings could
dangle from them. Many, too, hung bits of metal from their ears in a
similar way--but that may not strike my civilized readers as being a
very barbarous custom.

X.

KA-TE-QUA'S "GOOD NIGHT."

Thus weeks and months passed away, not so wearily to the prisoners, a