The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1872-11-15

Lodi motioned for them to be quiet,
while Hard Heart told them in his own
language:
"Pale-faees are our captiyes only for
short time. The white chief will
claim her with money. Gold enough
for US ALL No harm must come to
either.D
Lodi then conducted Sonora to q
tent, where, telling her to be seated, she
unlaeed the well-worn moccasins and
bathed her weary feet; then, pointing
10 a warm and comfortable mat, telling
her that was her bed, she threw herself
upon another at her side.
Hard Heart soon after entered leading
Rissey, who, rejoiced at finding herself
again with her mistress, threw herself
upon the skin that was spread upon the
ground, and putting her head in So
nora's lap, burst into tears.
''Do not cry, my poor Rissey. God
will take as good care of US in the lone
forest here as though We were at our
own happy home. Keep up cheerful
heart. 1 feel as though my prayers
would be answered, for our Heavenly
Father never forsakes those who put
their trust in Him. Always keep this
before your mind, and endeavor to be
cheerful, though all looks dark" were
the eonsoling words of Sonora, as she
laid her hands lovingly upon her faith
full friend.
"Pale-face had better lay down and
get some sleep" said Lodi, who sat
watching and listening to her lovely
captive, whose sweet, innocent face
seemed to have won a way to her heart
already. "Fear no evil, but obey my
commands. Great Spirit will watch
you"
Commenting herself and companion
to the care of the Almighty, Sonora lay
down on her mat with Rissey beside
her. Throwing one arm across her,
they were soon locked in a deep sleep,
from which neither awoke until the
bright sun of warm Indian summer
peeped in through creviee Of the wig
wan. Opening her weary eye-lids, she
awoke Rissey, who at first could scarce
ly comprehend where she was, but,
glancing around, she beheld the face Of
an Indian looking in at the open can
vass which seeved as a door. Giving a
loud scream, as the Indian walked
away laughing, she covered her eyes
with her hand and clung to Sonora.
The noise awoke Lodi, who, also over
come by the fatiguing journey, had
fallen into an uncommonly sound slum-
ber. Rising, she at once set to work
preparing breakfast, which consisted of
some venison, partly cooked, and some
out-meal cake, baked in the ashes. Af-
ter partaking Of this unpalatable fare,
with a mug of cold water, our captives
felt very much refreshed.
Soon afterwards Lodi, procuring some
water in a vessel, again bathed Sonora's
feet, replacing the former moccasins by
q richer pair, elegantly worked with
beads of various hues, telling her as she
did so that she had nothing to fear
while she was with her: "For," said
she, 'T have promised white chief to
take good care of his BRIDE"
At this reference to Norman her
heart again sank with despair, for she
had more hopes of obtaining mercy and
prevailing upon her savage protectors
to return her in safety than she had OF
! Norman's kindness. His former ac-
tions were enough to show that he had
no fine sensitive feelings, and his pres
ent ones clearly verified his barbarous
nature.
Perceiving look of kindness in the
face of her rude companion, Sonora ven
tured to inquire where she was, and en-
deavored to persuade her to return heI
to her friends, even at the risk of Nor
mans threats.
''You are in the forests Of Louisiana
under the care of Lodowiski, the daugh-
ter of the brave Sanutee. Though hel
face looks old and wrinkIed, it is moi
age, nor is her heart so cruel as some o.
her Indian sisters. But Lodi swore tC
hate the pale daughters, and to make
their hearts sad when it was in hel
power,~ and putting her head in hel
lap, she seemed to be in deep sorrow.
Sonora, whose tender heart was
touched with pity at the sight Of hel
melancholy, forgot for while her Owl
trouble, and going towards her, put one
arm around her as she said:
'Will you not tell me your grief;
/ Though my heart is very sad, and yoJ
have helped to make it so, still do no
! blame you till know all which may
nave caused 1t, and 1 feel for you il
: your sorrow. Though the pale-faces anC
2 your race are at emnity, would no
wish to injure you- Why, then, do yot
r me, vino has surely never done Won ,
; wrong knowingly? 1 have sbowr
many of your Indian sisters kindness il
D my fathers house."
: 'Lodi believes you, and is almos
/ sorry she was persuaded to bring tn
e poor pale dove SO far from all who mus
! love her so dearly. But will she be for
5 given if she should restore you in safet,
) to your home ?" and she looked in tn
: face of her captive for an answer.
''Yes, dear Lodi, you viii be forgiven
on earth by me and my friends, and il
heaven by that God who is watchinI
over me, if you will only take me bael