thence, or reproaching its tenant with his unworthiness. No
inspiration came, and gradually the steps became slower and more
languid, yet still the measured tread went on. A darker and darker
cloud settled on their weary faces, but they could not stop; the duty
was too sacred to remain unfulfilled. They could not leave without a
word to cheer their friend upon his way, and yet the word came not.
When would some one speak? Who would relieve them from the difficulty?
At length the countenance of an old squaw lighted up, and in low
tones she said, "He was a bery good smoker." The welcome words were
instantly caught up by all, and with renewed strength each one moved
on, and rejoicing at the solution of the dilemma, exclaimed, "He was
a bery good smoker." The charm had taken effect; the word of
affectionate remembrance was spoken; the duty performed; and each with
an approving conscience could now return home.

What thin partitions divide the mirthful from the mournful, the
sublime from the ridiculous! At the wedding we weep, and at the
funeral we can smile.

Holden who had been standing with folded arms leaning against the rail
fence that enclosed the yard, and contemplating the ceremonies till
the last Indian departed, now turned to leave, when the constable with
a paper in one hand approached, and touching Holden with the other,
told him he was his prisoner. The Solitary asked no questions, but
waving his hand to the constable to advance, followed him in silence.




CHAPTER XVII.