prisoners in the encampment. They were constant reminders to him of his
mortifying struggle with the dog. He felt it all the more because,
though his jacket and leggings were trimmed with the scalps of his
enemies, he had lately been forced to receive charity from the white
man's hand, This was when, starving and nearly frozen, he had fallen
helpless in the forest, after an unlucky trapping excursion; a settler
had found him there, given him food and drink and sent him on his way
with a bountiful supply of provisions.

Big Tom saw the dark looks of this Indian, and regarded him with
suspicion; but little Kitty was quite unconscious of the resentful
feelings of "the sick man," as she called him. In fact, as soon as she
grew more familiar with the Indians, she often sought him in preference
to the rest, and loved to sit upon the ground beside him, and trace
with her tiny fingers the patterns worked upon his leggings and
moccasins.

At first the grim warrior repulsed these familiarities; but when, as he
began to mingle with his tribe, he heard her sweet voice calling him by
name, and saw her day after day display her store of beads and feathers
at his feet, his feelings gradually softened. Before long he ceased to
scowl upon her when she lifted her sunny face to his, and, on rare
occasions, he even allowed her to count his arrows.

Once, when Rudolph had shot a wild turkey, he rushed to Ka-te-qua's
wigwam with his prize, for he had learned to love the strange old squaw,
though he feared her, too, sometimes. Kitty clapped her hands with
delight at her brother's skill, and begged him to go with her and show
the dead bird to her favorite Indian.