"Father said he thought I must be the first white woman who had ever travelled so far inland.

We have been at Dearborn for nearly a year." She rose to her feet, and swept her eyes, with some anxiety, around upon dim mounds of sand that appeared more fantastic than ever in the darkness.
"Had we not better be going ?" she asked.

"There is surely a storm gathering yonder." "Yes," I answered, for I had not been indifferent to the clouds steadily banking up in the north.

"Yet you have not told me your name, and I should be most glad to know it." The girl courtesied mockingly, as though half inclined to laugh at my insistence.
"What is a name ?" she exclaimed.

"'Tis not that for which we greatly care.