"I'll give thee a gold moidore, instead, my maid.

Odso! thou'rt as dark and wild, almost, as was my little Queen of the Saponies that died last year.

Hast never been away from the mountains, child ?" Audrey shook her head, and thought the question but a foolish one.

The mountains were everywhere.

Had she not been to the top of the hills, and seen for herself that they went from one edge of the world to the other?
She was glad to slip from the Governor's encircling arm, and from the gay ring beneath the sugar-tree; to take refuge with herself down by the water side, and watch the fairy tale from afar off.
The rangers, with the pioneer and his son for their guests, dined beside the kitchen fire, which they had kindled at a respectful distance from the group upon the knoll.