heavens." How often she had heard those words at church, but never
until now had they meant comfort and hope. They were a light to her in
her darkness. There was One who could and would help and to Him alone
she must now turn. Bowing her head, she appealed to Him, and asked Him
to watch over her, to keep her from all dangers, and to take her safely
back home.

A sense of security such as she had never before known possessed her.
A great presence seemed near, overshadowing her, and giving her a new
strength and courage. Despair was replaced by hope, and she felt that
she could face the future with confidence. No longer did the stars
seem cheerless. Instead, they were eyes smiling down upon her, telling
her to be brave, that the One who guided them in their course would not
forsake her. She determined not to lament. She would show the Indians
that a white girl could suffer and be strong.

Slowly the dawn of a new day edged into the night, and the stars faded
one by one. Jean could see her captors now quite distinctly. They
were great stalwart natives, whose faces betrayed neither friendliness
nor hostility. They never even glanced at her, but seemed entirely
bent upon their work.

As the sun was about to appear above the tree-tops, the steersman
headed the canoe for the shore. After they had landed, a small fire
was started, and a kettle containing cooked meat was placed over the
flames. Jean watched with interest all that was going on around her.
This seemed to surprise the Indians, and when she pointed to the
kettle, their faces relaxed into the faint semblance of a smile.
Presently one of the men dipped a cup into the kettle and handed it to
the girl. She took it, not without some hesitation, and after it had