child had been unaccustomed to this exercise. They quickened their pace till they were a considerable distance from their enemies; and they would have proceeded farther, but fatigue compelled them to stop and take rest. Whether the enemies pursued, we know not, for she saw them no more.

Sazia (for that was her name) was so overcome with bodily exertion, and by the distress which her mind had sustained, that she sunk into a deep sleep; her boy was not long before slumber closed his eyes, and they both slept, till the next morning's sun darted its friendly beams upon them. She awoke some time before her child. At first, when looking around, she seemed lost in astonishment; sleep had for a little while removed from her that weight of trouble, which the day before had

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almost overwhelmed her. But too soon did the Indian widow call to mind the sad events of yesterday. She was lost in thought, but involuntarily turning her head, she saw her boy sleeping near her side; then the big tears rushed from her eyes, and rolled down her cheeks. seemed deprived of all comfort. The transactions of the day before, which had been so numerous, and which crowded upon her, left then but little time for reflection; but now she had time for thought, and now too, her mind, that had been refreshed with sleep, was more susceptible than when it was worn by a quick succession of events. She wept, and wept much. Ah christians, great was her trouble, and she had no comforter, she knew not God; how therefore could she pray to him?

CHAP. II.

THE FARM HOUSE.

WHEN Kanousky awoke, she pressed him to her bosom, and with him walked away; but whither she was going she knew not, and as she journeyed, she wept and sobbed deeply.

"My mother," said the little Indian, "why do you cry?"

"All our people are dead, my child; your father is dead, and you and I are wandering about a wood of which we know nothing, and I have no food for you."

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"Do not cry my mother, or else I must cry. When I am a man I will revenge the injuries of my own nation."

Such a speech will not excite surprise, when it is known that one of the leading characteristics of the Indians is revenge, and that it is inculcated as a duty upon the children of Indians as soon as they begin to reflect.

"May it be so, my boy," replied Sazia-They continued travelling in an uncertain direction, until one day, when the mother and child having been in search after some food, such as roots, and whatever they could find upon which they could exist, they were unfortunately separated. The boy saw some wild fowl, which he vainly pursued, hoping to take it; and it was not till after some time,

that finding his chace was useless, he thought of returning to his mother, but he could not retrace his steps. He wandered about till night, and the next morning he attempted to find the place at which he had left his mother, but all his efforts were again useless. His grief we can imagine better than describe, and we may in some degree conceive the depths of that anguish with which the heart of the Indian widow was afflicted. Kanousky sat down for a long time, not knowing what step to take. At length he ran from place to place, crying out as loud as possible for his mother; but he cried in vain. In the most disconsolate state he wandered about the woods for many days, liv ing upon roots, and wild fruits when he could meet with any, until one morning he found himself in an open