I sometimes fear the savage is part of all our natures, and that I am far removed from the divine image of my Master.
But I am not an Indian, if that is what you mean.

If to be white is a grace in your sight, I am of that race, though there are times when I would have been prouder to wear the darker skin.

The red men kill, but they do not lie, nor deceive women.

I remember you now,--you were with the White Chief from Dearborn, and tried to approach me when Little Sauk interfered.

Why did you do that ?" Her manner and words were puzzling, but I knew no better way than to answer frankly.
"I sought Elsa Matherson,--are you she ?" The girl--for she could certainly have been little more--started perceptibly at the name, and bent eagerly forward, peering with new interest into my face.
"Elsa Matherson ?" she questioned, dwelling upon the words as though they awoke memories.