patiently as she could. But the sharp, wintry atmosphere seemed to pierce her through and through. She was burning and freezing at the same moment. It soon became intolerable; she rose to her feet, and ran wildly down the path which the squaws had taken that afternoon, when they were sent out by her to gather nuts to roast for the evening meal.
Nattie thought how Biddy had often told her that the ghosts of the dead would haunt the spot which they last knew on earth; and at every strange object that she saw, she increased her speed, lest it should prove the unquiet spirit of poor Pink Ear, or one of her sisters, come to haunt the one who made their last days so heavy and toilsome.
