er," replied Mary,
kissing her.

"I believe it was a long while before I came to my senses," continued
Mary, "for when I did, I found that the Indians were very busy weaving
branches into a sort of litter. As soon as they had finished, they put
me upon it, and I was carried by two of them swinging on a pole which
they put on their shoulders. I need hardly say, that the journey was now
more agreeable than it was before, although my feet were in a dreadful
state, and gave me much pain. That night we stopped by a rivulet, and I
kept my feet in the water for two or three hours, which brought down the
inflammation and swelling very much, and I contrived after that to gain
some sleep. They carried me one more day, when they considered that they
had done enough, and I was again ordered to walk; I did so for two days,
and was then in the same condition as before. A litter was therefore
again constructed, and I was carried till I arrived at the lodges of the
Angry Snake and his band. What passed from that time you have heard from
Alfred."

When Mary Percival had finished her narrative, they all sat down to
supper, and it hardly need be said that Mr. Campbell did not fail,
before they retired to rest, again to pour forth his thanksgivings to
the Almighty for the preservation of those who were so dear. The next
morning, they all rose in health and spirits. Martin came early to the
house with the Strawberry; his wound was much better, and he received
the thanks and condolence of Mr. and Mrs. Campbell.

When they were at breakfast, Mr. Campbell said, "John, in our joy at
seeing your brother and cousin again, I quite forgot to scold you for
running away as you did."

"Then don't do it now, sir," said Malachi, "for he was very useful, I
can assure you."

"No, I won't scold him now," replied Mr. Campbell; "but he must not act
so another time. If he had confided to me his anxious wish to join you,
I should probably have given my permission."

"I must now take my leave, and return to the fort," said Captain
Sinclair; "I do, however, trust I shall see you all again in a few days,
but I must report the results of the expedition, and the death of poor
Watkins. May I borrow one of your horses, Mr. Campbell?"

"Certainly," replied Mr. Campbell; "you know the _bateau_ is expected
every day from Montreal; perhaps you will bring us our letters when it
arrives."

Captain Sinclair took his leave, as it may be imagined, very
reluctantly,