Whatever joy she had on again seeing her bome was
speedily queued in the fearsome discovery that she was
right over the Indian camp, and the two inmates looked so
utterly, dreadfully savage that she was thankful they had
not seen her. At once she shrank back; but on recovering
sufficiently to again peer down, she saw something roasting
before the fire -- "a tiny arm with a hand that bore
five fmgers," as she afterward said, and "a sickening
horror came over her. " Yes, she had heard of such things.
If she could only get home in safety! Why had she
tempted Providence thus? She backed softly and prayed
only to escape. What, and never even deliver the Bible?
"It would be wicked to return with it!" In a cleft of
the rock she placed it, and then, to prevent the wind
blowing off loose leaves, she placed a stone on top, and
fled from the dreadful place.

That night, when Quonab and Rolf had finished their
meal of corn and roasted coon, the old man climbed the
rock to look at the sky. The book caught his eye at once,
evidently hidden there carefully, and therefore in cache.
A cache is a sacred thing to an Indian. He disturbed it
not, but later asked Rolf, "That yours?"

"No."

It was doubtless the property of some one who meant
to return for it, so they left it untouched. It rested
there for many months, till the winter storms came down,
dismantling the covers, dissolving the pages, but leaving