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Ah, if I ht only have carried this guilty man to Johnstown! Yet I should have known that Sir John's men were likely to be within hail, fool that I was to take the desperate chance when a little parley, a little edging toward hilad in my heart that I had not used craft; cat traits are not instinctive with h! I was no coward to beat him down unawares I had openly declared hiht have shot him as we talked, had I been of a breed to do h to slay hied, and who still hoped for mercy from hi the people who had accepted her as an Iroquois

Thinking of these things which so deeply concerned me, I plodded forith the others, hour after hour, halting once to drink and to eat a little of our parched corn, then to the unspotted trail oncethe slope of that watershed, the streams of which feed the Mayfield Creek, and ulti but Sir John's scoutsclosed his house and taken his flock to Albany; and so traveling the forest east by south, made for the head waters of that limpid trout-streas and the indignation of the fat patroon, who hated me

I think it was about four o'clock in the afternoon when, pressing through brush and windfall, we came suddenly out into a sunny road Beside the road ran a strea down-hill over its stony bed--a clear, noisy strea between ledges, foa streaay claaze upon it Poor little Lyn Montour slipped, with a sigh, from her saddle, whiledeep, cold draughts through his hot throat And here by the faht of the grist-mill above us, where the road curved west Thethe strea at us, and I wavedold Vanderveer