the coarse, cotton fabric of the Indian children. She had often wished to ask for her clothes, but dared not venture to do so. Now here they were, at her side, looking just as she had last seen them. Nattie silently thanked God for the sight, and there was genuine gratitude in her heart.
It seemed to be the intention that she should put on the garments. The company were all sleeping around her when she rose and commenced the task. In a few moments she felt and looked quite like her former self.
"If I could find Black-bird's looking-glass," she whispered, stepping softly toward the spot where the Indian girl's cast off garments lay, "I would just like to take a peep at myself this morning; though I suppose my black face will scare me so much that I sha'n't take much comfort in seeing my clothes. But I'll look, though, if I can find the glass."
She searched Black-bird's pocket, and was suc-
