He seemed waiting for a word of hope; but Mr.Mann did not speak.
The old chief lifted his head at last, and said; appealingly: "Boston tilicum, you do not know how I feel! You do not know--the birds know--_you_ do not know!" The teacher rubbed the boy's breast and arms, and said: "He will revive." "What, Boston tilicum ?" "He will _live_." "My boy ?" "Yes." The dark face brightened.

The old man clasped the boy's hand and drew it to his breast.

The children attempted to brush the earth out of the young hero's dark, matted hair, but the old chief said, mysteriously: "No touch him! he is mine." At last a convulsive movement passed over the boy's body.

The teacher again pressed his hand on the heart of his pupil, and he quickly exclaimed: "It beats." The fiery sun gleamed from the snowy mountains.

There were cool murmurs of winds in the trees, and they sent forth a resinous odor into the air.