Yes; I am not likely to forget it." They took their places in the boat, where an Indian boy was waiting.

Mr.
Strafford took an oar, and they glided out of the light and noise of the shore into the starry darkness.
Very few words passed as they crossed the river.

Mrs.Costello's mind was full of thoughts of her life here, and Lucia looked forward with wondering curiosity to the sight of an Indian settlement.

She was conscious, too, that the feeling of terror and dislike, which for so many years of her life had been always awakened by the sight of one of her father's people, was not even now altogether extinguished.

Since she had known her own origin she had tried to get rid of this prejudice more earnestly than before, but the habit was so strong that she had not yet quite mastered it.