CONTENTS WITHIN THE FOREST . . I 0 IN THE CABIN 15 THE MEDICINE-MAN . . 21 WITH THE SAVAGES . 31 WANDERING IN THE WILDERNES . S 38 CLARKS GUIDE . . 136 BEWILDERE M D . . 146 CLARK AND FATHER G IBAULT . 154 viii CONTENTS CHAPTER xxv. XXVI. XXVII. XXVIII. XXIX. XXX. XXXI. XXXII. XXXIII. XXXIV. xxxv. XXXVI. XXXVII. XXXVIII. XXXIX. XL. PAGE THE CIDER MAKING W . . 190 THE GRAPE GATHERING . . 200 THE COUREURSO PPORTUNIT . Y . 213 AT THE TAVERN . . 218 OPPOSITE THE MAMMELLE . . 230 A CHANCEE NCOUNTER . 239 THE PANCAKET URNING . 253 THE HAIR-BUYE v R GENERAL . 268 THE CHRISTMAFS T E . . 276 MIDWINTER . 295 A GAME OF PIQUET . . 301 AT LAST . 317 UNDER THE WHITE FLAG . 322 A SUSPENSIO O N F HOSTILITIES 327 THE END OF AH-MAH-NAC-o . 334 A HAPPY ISSUE OUT OF ALL THEIR TROUBLE 340 -. ILLUSTRATIONS I would have you read this document Pr0onfispiec. e FACING PAGE There, there, my girl l Dont, dont cry l . 8 He was fingering enviously the long red-brown locks . . 34 Away he dashed in mighty plunges . . 122 1 want, and will have, the woman I choose I94 He lurched forward . . . and sprawled on all fours . . . . 236 Watching . . . the sweeping courtesies of the dancers . . . 286 She gently wiped his face, and kissed him once on the lips . b . . . 320 ON THE WE-A TRAIL CHAPTER I CHILDREN OF THE WILDERNESS THE leaf-storm was ended. The sky was washed clear of every cloud and hung blue and brilliant above a little clearing in the Great Wilderness which the forest girdled with its primeval trees and boscage of yesterday. In this spot stood a small cabin. It was situated within gunshot of the puny stockade at the foot of the fall into which the creek at hand tumbled and foamed on its way to the great Ouibache, miles farther on toward the west. On this spring day the cabin door again stood wide, and framed in its va-I cancy was the figure of a young, slender girl not yet developed to the full contours of womanhood. She had paused on the threshold, with her face turned back over her shoulder, toward the interior of the room. Her voice - of that rare timbre, a combination of pleasant double tones - was raised loudly in talking to some one within. Yes, granny, she said, as if in answer to a cautioning Ill surely get it. And dogs-bane, too, dont forget that quavered granny, in the uncertain volume of the deaf. Im poorly to-day. See my feet The girl returned to her grandmothers side to look at the swollen members smoothed the bandages on them gently, and said - Ill get. some white-mans-foot too, its big enough to use now, granny, and that will soothe them. Let me fill your pipe again, and then 1 11 go to the patch and gather the greens for dinner the poke is up already. Granny emptied the dottle into her palm, inured to the hot ash by long practice, and watched the girl with senile interest while she crumbled to powder the dry leaf of home-grown tobacco, and deftly whisked it into the pipebowl, making a dent in the middle with a slim brown finger for the embers on the old womans hand...