But what were the hills of the Rhine to the scenery that pierced the blue sky around her, and how light seemed the river itself to the majestic flow of the Columbia! Yet the home-land haunted her.

Would she go back again?
How would her real parents have felt had they known that she would have found a home here in the wilderness?
Why had Providence led her steps here?
Her mother had been a pious Lutheran.

Had she been led here to help in some future mission to the Indian race?
"Dreaming ?" said Mrs.Woods.

"Well, I suppose it can't be helped.

If a body has the misfortune to be kiting off to the clouds, going up like an eagle and coming down like a goose, it can't be helped.