considered the sufferings I had before endured, and the cruel
death of my brother Brighteyes, from the hands of boys. Oh!
thought I to myself, what new tortures shall I now experience?
Better had I perished in the cold snow, than be spared only to be
tormented by the cruel hands of unthinking children.

Scarcely had I made this reflection, when the boy called out, upon
seeing me move, 'Lud! what have I got here?' at the same instant
tossing the handful of snow from him in a violent hurry, without
attempting to press it into a ball. Over I turned head and heels,
wondering what further would be my fate, when I was happy to find
I fell unhurt upon some hay, which was laid in the yard to fodder
the cows and horses. Here I lay some time, so frightened by my
adventure, as to be unable to move, and my little heart beat as if
it would have burst its way through my breast; nor were my
apprehensions at all diminished by the approach of a man, who
gathered the hay up in his arms, and carried it (with me in the
midst of it) into the stable; where, after littering down the
horses, he left me once more to my own reflections.

After he had been gone some time, and all things were quiet, I
began to look about me, and soon found my way into a corn bin,
where I made a most delicious supper, and slept free from any
disturbance till the morning, when fearing I might be discovered,
in case he should want any of the oats for his horses, I returned
by the same place I had entered, and hid myself in one corner of
the hayloft, where I passed the whole of the day more free from
alarm than often falls to the lot of any of my species, and in the
evening again returned to regale myself with corn, as I had done
the night before. The great abundance with which I was