t "honin'" after a friendly voice.

Well, soon we had the water hot and had filled some bottles and placed
them around our patient, and after a couple of hours the tiny little
stranger came into the world. It had been necessary to have a great
fire in order to have light, so as soon as we got Baby dressed I opened
the door a little to cool the room and Molly saw the morning star
twinkling merrily. "Oh," she said, "that is what I will call my little
girlie,--Star, dear little Star."

It is strange, isn't it? how our spirits will revive after some great
ordeal. Molly had been sure she was going to die and saw nothing to
live for; now that she had had a cup of hot milk and held her red
little baby close, she was just as happy and hopeful as if she had
never left her best friends and home to follow the uncertain fortunes
of young Will Crosby. So she and I talked of ash-hoppers, smoke-houses,
cotton-patches, goobers, poke-greens, and shoats, until she fell
asleep.

Soon day was abroad, and so we went outdoors for a fresh breath. The
other woman came out just then to ask after Molly. She invited us into
her cabin, and, oh, the little Mormons were everywhere; poor, half-clad
little things! Some sour-dough biscuit and a can of condensed milk was
everything they had to eat. The mother explained to us that their "men"
had gone to get things for them, but had not come back, so she guessed
they had got drunk and were likely in jail. She told it in a very
unconcerned manner. Poor thing! Years of such experience had taught her
that blessed are they who expect nothing, for they shall not be
disappointed. She said that if Molly had not been sick she would have
walked down out of the mountains and got help.

Just then two shots rang out in quick succession, and soon Gavotte came
staggering along with a deer across his shoulders. That he left for
the family. From our camp he had brought some bacon and butter for
Molly, and, poor though it may seem, it was a treat for her. Leaving
the woman to dress the venison with her oldest boy's aid, we put out
across the canon for our own breakfast. Beside our much-beaten trail
hung the second venison, and when we reached our camp and had our own
delicious breakfast of grouse, bread, butter, and coffee, Gavotte took
Chub and went for our venison. In a short time we were rolling
homeward. Of course it didn't take us nearly so long to get home
because it was downhill and the road was clearly marked