He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.

Her voice was not strong, but exceptionally sweet. Her singing
attracted the Indians, who left their work, and squatting near her
side, listened with rapt attention. Jean, seeing their interest,
paused at the end of the second verse, and smiled.

"Do you like singing?" she asked.

"A-ha-ha," Kitty replied. "More, eh?"

Yea, though I walk through death's dark vale,
Yet will I fear no ill;
For Thou art with me; and Thy rod
And staff me comfort still.

When Jean had ended singing this verse there was a mistiness in her
eyes. How wonderfully true were those words in her own case. The
Shepherd had been with her through death's dark vale, He had comforted
her, and led her to this quiet woodland lake.

"Babby seek?" Sam asked, noticing her emotion.

"No, not sick, but very thankful," was the quiet reply. "My Great
Father in heaven has sent you to save me and to take me home. Do you
know Him?"

"A-ha-ha, me know'm. White man tell Injun long tam ago."