up his bow and came and sat down by me, and taking a little paper from
his bosom, unrolled it, and there were the daisies which I had given him
so long ago! He asked if the Great Spirit made them, too, and if he had
sent me to give them to him; and when I told him the great Spirit made
all the flowers, made everything, and loved everybody who loved him,
and that he would let his children all come home and live with him
by-and-by, the tears rolled down his cheeks, and he said,--'O! me see my
brothers, then! me not be all alone! Me love Great Spirit; Great Spirit
so good to send little white-face to tell me how to get home.' Then I
could not help crying myself, mother, for I thought I should like to
meet Quady's brothers there."

"Ah! bress de Lord, but it am good as a small bible to hear dat chile
talk;" was heard in a suppressed voice, as it went stable-ward.

Day after day passed, and that little one was often seen, attended by
old Nep, or in the arms of the faithful Vingo, on her way to the low
home over the commons, much to the horror of sensitive mothers, who
shook their heads and said, "she is a strange child." Never was
Sea-flower happier than when she might be allowed to go and see the
Indian; and it was indeed a strange sight to see that red man, the only
representative of a departed tribe, gazing upon the little one, as she
talked to him of Jesus and his word.

The autumn of the year had come. It was one of those soul-stirring days
in October, which cannot fail to arouse the most thoughtless mind to a
sense of the wonderful works of creation. The Sea-flower had gone to the
"low home over the commons." Hand in hand, that red man and the tender
child, they went their way, to where he pointed out the graves of his
people; there were no stones, not a mound to mark the spot. Why was