I see your grand'ther was just, and did his duty, too, by his offspring! 'Twas a perilous time he had of it, among them hills, and nobly did he play his own part! Tell me, lad, or officer, I should say,--since officer you be,--was this all ?" "Certainly not; it was, as I have said, a fearful tale, full of moving incidents, and the memories both of my grandfather and of my grandmother--" "Ah!" exclaimed the trapper, tossing a hand into the air as his whole countenance lighted with the recollections the name revived.

"They called her Alice! Elsie or Alice; 'tis all the same.

A laughing, playful child she was, when happy; and tender and weeping in her misery! Her hair was shining and yellow, as the coat of the young fawn, and her skin clearer than the purest water that drips from the rock.

Well do I remember her! I remember her right well!" The lip of the youth slightly curled, and he regarded the old man with an expression, which might easily have been construed into a declaration that such were not his own recollections of his venerable and revered ancestor, though it would seem he did not think it necessary to say as much in words.

He was content to answer-- "They both retained impressions of the dangers they had passed, by far too vivid easily to lose the recollection of any of their fellow-actors." The trapper looked aside, and seemed to struggle with some deeply innate feeling; then, turning again towards his companion, though his honest eyes no longer dwelt with the same open interest, as before, on the countenance of the other, he continued-- "Did he tell you of them all?
Were they all red-skins, but himself and the daughters of Munro ?" "No.