eyes to be turned upon him. Chafed by the silent imputation, and inwardly troubled by so unaccountable a circumstance, the chief advanced to the side of the bed, and stooping cast an incredulous look at the features, as if still distrusting their reality. His daughter was dead.
The unerring feeling of nature for a moment prevailed, and the old warrior hid his eyes in sorrow and disappointment. Then recovering his self-possession, he faced his companions, and pointing towards the corpse, he said, in the language of his people—
"The wife of my young man has left us! the Great Spirit is angry with his children."
The mournful intelligence was received in solemn silence. After a short pause, one of the elder Indians was about to speak, when a dark looking object was seen rolling out of an adjoining apartment into the very centre of the room where they stood. Ignorant of the nature of the beings they had to deal with, the whole party drew back a little, and gazed in admiration, until the object fronted the light, and rising
