e hill and look about for the missing cow.

As she trudged along she thought of many things, of the gray wolf, which
had disappeared completely, having probably made its way up the cape to
better hunting grounds; and she thought a great deal about her father, and
of the day he had come to tell her of his safety. But Anne did not think
much about the Indians. The cape settlements had been on friendly terms
with the Chatham Indians for some time, and the people of Province Town
were more in peril from the freebooters of the sea than from Indians.

Anne had climbed the hill, passed the grove of scrubby pines, and stood
looking across the sand-dunes toward the open sea. She had looked
carefully for Brownie, but there was no trace of her. But Anne was sure
that, at the edge of the pine woods, some creature had been near her. She
had lived out-of-doors so much that her ears were quick to distinguish any
sound. At first she had wondered if it might not be the wolf, and, as she
stood looking across the sand, she almost hoped that it might be. "Perhaps
I could tame it and have it live at our house," she thought, and then
remembered what Aunt Martha had said: that it would be a hard winter, "and
wolves eat a good deal, I suppose," decided Anne, "so 'twill not be wise
to tame it."

Had she looked behind her she would not have felt so secure. An Indian
woman had been following Anne, and was now within arm's reach of her. And
Anne had just come to her decision in regard to the wolf, when a blanket
fell over her head, was quickly twisted about her, and she felt herself
lifted from the ground. Then she heard a chatter of voices in a strange
tongue, and realized that she was being carried away from the pine woods.
She tried to free herself from the blanket, and tried to call out; but she
could not move, and her voice made only a muffled sound. She heard a laugh
from the squaw who was carrying her so easily, and in a moment felt
herself dropped on the soft sand, and held down firmly for a moment. Then
she lay quietly. She knew, though she could not see, that a canoe was
being launched. There was talk among a number of people near her, and then
she was lifted and put into the canoe, and again firmly held by a strong
arm. Then came the smooth dip of paddles, and Anne knew that she was being
taken away from home, and she felt the tears on her cheeks. She did not
try to scream again, for there had been a rough twist of the blanket about
he