desolate door-stone till morning dawned. Then, summoning all his native nerve and fortitude, he set about the unwelcome task.
During three hours of hard work, the remains of five human bodies were drawn forth from the ruins; but he sought vainly and wildly for the sixth. The five discovered were the unfortunate Indian family,—the poor old man, the three squaws, and the young boy. The white girl was the slenderest, the slightest of the company; had she, then, been entirely consumed, or were the remains too few, or too deeply buried, to be discovered? He sought unremittingly for two hours more, but with no success. Then he cleaned out the pit which was beneath a portion of the wigwam, rolled the five bodies into it, and covered them with earth and ashes.
"But the white maiden sleeps not in the grave with them," he said, while a dark, hopeless sorrow overspread his face. "Her soft, fair little body is either burned to ashes, or"and a ray
