hesitancy springing
from surprise mingled with admiration. The sight of so much beauty--
grand as unexpected--was enough to unnerve one, especially in such a
place--and one to whose eye the female form had so long been a stranger.
Su-wa-nee's I had seen only at a distance; and hers, to my sight, was
no longer beautiful. I hesitated to show myself--lest the sight of me
should alarm this lovely apparition, and cause her to take flight. The
thought was not unnatural--since the tricoloured pigments of black, red,
and white were still upon my skin; and I must have presented the picture
of a chimney-sweep with a dining-plate glued upon his breast. In such a
guise I knew that I must cut a ludicrous figure, and would have slipped
back to the pool, and washed myself; but I dreaded to take my eyes from
that beautiful vision, lest I might never look upon it again! In my
absence, she would be gone? I feared even then, that on seeing me she
might take flight: and I was too faint to follow her. For this reason,
I stood silently gazing through my leafy covert, like one who watches
the movements of some shy and beautiful bird. I almost dreaded to
breathe lest the sound might alarm her. I was planning, at the same
time, how I should initiate an interview.

Her voice again reached me, as she recommenced scolding the dog: even
its chiding tones were sweet. She had approached, and stooped for a
moment over the bighorn, as if to satisfy herself that the animal was
dead. Her canine companion did not appear to be quite sure of the fact:
for he continued to spring repeatedly upon the carcass with open mouth,
as if eager to devour it.

"Off, off!" cried she, threatening the dog with the butt of her rifle.
"You wicked Wolf! what has got into you? Have I not told you that the
thing is dead--what more do you want? Mind, sirrah!" continued she,
shaking her finger significantly at the dog--"mind, my good fellow!
_you_ had no part in the killing of it; and if you spoil the skin, you
shall have no share in the flesh. You hear me? Not a morsel!"

Wolf appeared to understand the hint and retired. Impelled by hunger, I
accepted the cue:

"You will not refuse a morsel to one who is starving?"

"Aha! who speaks?" cried the huntress, turning round with a glance
rather of inquiry than alarm. "Down, Wolf!" commanded she, as the dog
bounded forward with a growl. "Down, you savage brute! Don't you hear
that some one is starving? Ha! a