know. I can not count so many on all my fingers, if I try."
"Has anybody else been here when I was sick and stupid?" asked Nattie.
"No," said Fox Heart; "not anybody. Torch Eye looked at you that day, very sober. Then he and pappy went off in the woods and talked ever so long. When they came back, Torch Eye said good-bye to us all, and told us that he was going along journey; but we didn't care much about that. Pappy has been as you see him ever since."
Nattie looked again toward the old Indian. His head was bowed on his broad breast, and his whole attitude was one of dejection and grief. It made Nattie feel sad to see him thus, for he was kinder to her than any of the rest of the wild people by whom she was surrounded, and she thought within herself:
"I'll remember poor old North Wind when I pray."
