ss in order
to find the limit of his actions.

Could you have seen the lofty disdain of this girl for her suitor at
that first and every subsequent meeting, as she kept at the bedside of
John Logan, you could have guessed what might follow. The man's love was
turned to rage. He resolved to send her back to the Reservation also. It
is true, the soldiers had learned to respect and to pity her. It is
true, the little Lieutenant said, with a soldierly oath, as she was
being chained, that she was whiter than the man who was having it done.
Yet the soldiers, and their officer as well, had their orders; and a
soldier's duties, as you know, are all bound up in one word.

As for the wretched boy, he might have escaped. He was a negative sort
of a being at best; and no one, save Logan and the girl, either hated
him or loved him greatly, tender and true as he was. They both implored
him to slip between the fingers of the soldiers and not go to the
Reservation. But he would not think of being separated from his sister.
Poor, stunted, starved little thing! There were wrinkles about his face;
his hands were black, short, and hard, from digging roots from the
frosty ground. It is not probable the lad had ever had enough to eat
since he could remember. And so he was a dwarf, a dwarf in body and in
soul; and instead of showing some spirit and standing up now and helping
the girl, as he should, he leaned on her utterly, and left her to be the
man of the two. The little spark of fire that had twice or thrice
flashed up in the last few years, seemed now to die out entirely, and he
stood there chained, looking back now and then over his shoulder at the
soldiers, looking forward trying to catch a glance from his sister now
and then, but never once making any murmur or complaint.

It was a hot, sultry day, such as suddenly enters and takes possession
of canyons in the Sierras, when the little party of prisoners were
marched through the little camp at the end of the canyon on their way to
the Reservation.

And the camp all came out to see, but the camp was silent. It was not a
pleasant sight. A soldier with a bayonet on his loaded musket walking by
the side of a woman with her hands in chains, is not an inspiring
spectacle. With all respect for your superior judgments, Mr. President,
Commander-in-Chief, and Captains of the army, I say there is a nobler
use for the army than this.

Let us hasten on from this subject and this scene. But do