"Why there's Lieutenant Canfield as sure as I am alive, and if that ain't my dear little daughter yonder, I hope I may never lift my sword for Mad Anthony again.

And there's Oonomoo, the best red-man that ever pulled the trigger of a rifle, with a little pocket edition of himself, and grinning Cato too! Why don't you come to the arms of your father, sis, and let him hug you ?" This unexpected meeting with his loved daughter, when his worst fears were aroused for her safety, caused the revulsion of feeling in Captain Prescott, and his pleasantry is perhaps excusable when all the circumstances are considered.

The tears of joy coursed down the gray-headed soldier's cheeks as he pressed his cherished daughter to his bosom, and murmured, "God bless you! God bless you!" while the hardy soldiers ranged behind him smiled, and several rubbed their eyes as if dust had gotten in them.
"Is mother and sister well ?" asked the daughter, looking up in her father's face.
"Yes, well, but anxious enough about you." "Our house and place is destroyed forever." "Who cares, sis?
Who cares?
Haven't I you left?
Don't mention it." "But the servants! All were killed except poor Cato there." "Ah! that is bad! that is bad! I mourn them, poor fellows! poor fellows! But I have my own darling child left! my own darling child!" and the overjoyed father again pressed his daughter to him.
"But what am I about ?" he suddenly asked, with a surprised look.

"I haven't spoken to the others here.

Lieutenant, allow me to congratulate you, sir, on this happy state of affairs.