perish. Afterwards I was rescued, though I cared little to live."

"But child, child," he burst out, "though your eyes have the same
color, the same expression as those of my dear wife, your skin is that
of the red people."

"I stained it--The Stone made me--and when I saw Sweet Grass liked me
best so, I put on the color again and yet again."

"God be praised! I have found my darling who, I thought, was lost
forever." The man lifted Timid Hare and clasped her tenderly in his
arms. And she--well, the little girl rested there content and happy.

The next minute the rest of the party who had been out exploring,
entered the tent with word that the start must be made at once. The
clouds of the night before had lifted; the snow might not begin falling
for several hours, and the most must be made of the morning towards
reaching a larger camp where sledges would carry them a long ways
towards a fur station.

Great was the joy of the others when they learned the good fortune that
had come to their friend, and merry was the whole party as it made its
way onward. Yes, Timid Hare, or rather Alice, now more like the Swift
Fawn she had been, was merry too. But as she went on her way to the
new and beautiful life that would soon be hers, she begged her father
to take her back by-and-by for a visit to her foster-parents and Big
Moose in the Mandan village on the river. And he promised gladly.