He received it gladly, and with beaming eyes offered her a turnip.

She refused it with some indignation.

Gibbie, disappointed, but not ungrateful, resumed his tramp, eating his bannock.

He came soon after to a little stream that ran into the great river.

For a few moments he eyed it very doubtfully, thinking it must, like the kennels along the sides of the streets, be far too dirty to drink of; but the way it sparkled and sang--most unscientific reasons--soon satisfied him, and he drank and was refreshed.