, and first came across the beautiful
Susquehanna, Orikama--or Emily, as we should again call her--started,
and gazed eagerly around her: the broad stream called up memories of the
past. And when they arrived at the cottage of Hopedale, and she beheld
the house and grounds, the river and the woods, and the distant hills,
she recognized her home, and her earliest recollections were vividly
recalled. Soon was she folded in the arms of her mother, who so long had
mourned for her; and by her father she was welcomed back as one from the
grave. The news spread far and wide, and great was the gathering of
friends and neighbors to wish joy to the parents, and to welcome back
the pride of Hopedale: much to the confusion and distress of poor Emily.
All noticed the strong likeness she bore her mother, in person, voice,
and countenance; and if now she resembled her, how much more was this
the case when she had exchanged her Indian garb for one more suitable to
the American maiden! Soon were the bonds of love knit together most
closely between the parents and their recovered treasure; her tongue
relearned the lost language of her childhood, and happiness again
brightened the hearth at Hopedale; the birds sang more sweetly to her
mother's ears, and the sun shone more cheerfully than it had done for
years. Amidst all her new joys, Emily very often thought of her beloved
Indian parents, Towandahoc and Ponawtan, and longed to see them again;
but Indian life, as developed in the village, was abhorrent to her very
soul, and here she enjoyed all the freedom and communion with nature she
had once so highly prized, with society, and advantages for mental
cultivation she was now at an age to appreciate. All were delighted to
teach the docile and intelligent girl, so ready to take up ideas, so
judicious in the application of them; but Roland Markley, the playmate
of her childhood, installed himself as head tutor, and soon every
setting sun saw him on the way to the cottage, eager to apply himself to
the task.

Ten other years have passed; and near the cottage of Hopedale stands
another, within whose porch, overgrown by the Prairie rose, at her
spinning wheel, sits a beautiful young matron; perfect contentment is
enthroned upon her brow, and happiness beams out from her radiant smile;
golden curls cluster gracefully around her well-shaped head, and dark,
lustrous eyes follow lovingly a little girl at play, although her
skilful fingers do not fo