Silvy looked very sorrowful; she did not like to part from her newly-found
brother, but she was unwilling to forego all the comforts and luxuries her
life of captivity afforded her.

"You will not tell the Indians where I live, I hope, Silvy, for they
would think it a fine thing to hunt me with their dogs, or shoot me down
with their bows and arrows."

At these words Silvy was overcome with grief, so jumping off from the log
on which she was standing, she said, "Nimble, I will go with you and share
all your perils, and we will never part again." She then ran into the
wigwam; and going softly to the little squaw, who was asleep, licked her
hands and face, as if she would say, "Good-bye, my good kind friend; I
shall not forget all your love for me, though I am going away from you for
ever."

Silvy then followed Nimble into the forest, and they soon reached his
nice comfortable nest in the tall hemlock-tree.

* * * * *

"Nurse, I am glad Silvy went away with Nimble, are not you? Poor Nimble
must have been so lonely without her, and then you know it must have
seemed so hard to him if Silvy had preferred staying with the Indians, to
living with him."

"Those who have been used to a life of ease do not willingly give it up,
my dear lady; thus you see, love for her old companion was stronger even
than love of self. But I think you must have tired yourself with reading