. Similar to this, excepting the _agony_, and that
it was newer and fresher, was the dress worn by the Indian who occupied
the farther end of the log; and when we add that the heads of both were
all waving with the gorgeous plumage of the eagle, we can easily fancy
that the appearance of these two must have been rather splendid and
imposing. Quite the reverse, however, as regarded the third savage, who
in a recent foray into the white settlements, having contrived to get
his pilfering hands on a new broadcloth coat, with bright metal buttons,
and a ruffled shirt, had added these two pieces of civilized finery to
his Indian gear--thus imparting to his whole appearance, which had else
been wild, at least, and picturesque, an air exceedingly raw,
repulsive, and shabby. To be sure, inharmoniousness of contrast was
beginning to be a little subdued by the dirt and grease of the wearer's
own laying on, the coat being no longer glossy and sky-blue, the shirt
no longer starchy and snow-white. Yet, notwithstanding his love for
Christian finery, the red heathen could hardly have had much love for
Christian people, as was evident from the fairhaired scalps which hung
at his girdle; and altogether he was as ugly and ferocious-looking a
barbarian as you would care to encounter on your war-path, should glory
ever lead you to travel such a road.

But Bushie--where was poor little Bushie all this time? Bound hand and
foot to a tree hard by, with scarcely freedom sufficient to draw his
breath or wink his eyes, his face all blanched with the despair of a
captive awaiting, in agonizing suspense, the hour of final and terrible
doom--all as dismal apprehension had been picturing it for the last
eighteen hours to the distressingly ingenious fancy of Burlman Reynolds?
O by no means! True it was, our little master was there, and a captive.
True, that since our last glimpse of him, where perched he sat on the
topmost rail of the corn-field fence back yonder, he had taken many a
pitiful, heart-broken cry, whenever the loved faces and familiar sights
of home had risen with sudden vividness before his remembrance. But just
at this moment, having followed up a sound night's sleep with a hearty
breakfast of venison, he seemed, like the healthy, stout-hearted urchin
he was, to have made up his mind not only to look, but keep, on the
bright side of things--the best way in the world of dodging the "slings
and arrows of outrageous fortune." Without the ma