feet were sore. It felt good to lie there, and to have some one attend
to her needs. When the shoes had been removed, and a pair of soft
moccasins placed upon her feet, she felt more comfortable.

"Why are you so good to me?" she asked. "You are just like a mother."

The woman only smiled in reply, and placed extra rugs about the girl.
She then turned and cut a slice from a piece of moose meat. Through
this she thrust a sharp-pointed stick and held it over the glowing
coals. When it was browned to her satisfaction, she sprinkled it with
a little salt, let it cool for a few minutes, and then handed it to her
guest.

"Eat, eh?" she queried. "Good."

Jean smiled as she took the meat in her fingers and tasted it. She was
hungry, and the steak was tender. It seemed so strange to be lying
there in the wilderness, eating in such a primitive manner. She
thought of her old home in Connecticut, and how carefully her mother
had trained her. She remembered how when a child she had been rebuked
because she had taken a piece of meat in her fingers. But it was the
custom here in the wild, and she rather enjoyed it. And as she ate,
the two Indians watched her with much interest. Such a novelty did she
seem to them, that she could not refrain from smiling.

"Am I eating right?" she asked.

"A-ha-ha," the woman replied. "Babby all sam' Injun bimeby."

"Why do you call me baby? I am very big."