Visions of horror presented themselves to her bewildered brain--all that Indiana had described of the cruelty of this vindictive race, came vividly before her mind.

Poor child, what miserable thoughts were thine during that brief voyage! Had the Indians also captured her friends?
or was she alone to be the victim of their vengeance?
What would be the feelings of those I beloved ones on returning to their home and finding it desolate! Was there no hope of release?
As these ideas chased each other through her agitated mind, she raised her eyes all streaming with tears to the faces of the Indian and his companions with so piteous a look, that any heart but the stoical one of an Indian would have softened at its sad appeal; but no answering glance of sympathy met hers, no eye gave back its silent look of pity--not a nerve or a muscle moved the cold apathetic features of the Indians, and the woe-stricken girl again resumed her melancholy attitude, burying her face in her heaving bosom to hide its bitter emotions from the heartless strangers.
She was not folly aware that it is part of the Indian's education to hide the inward feelings of the heart, to check all those soft and tender emotions which distinguish the civilized man from the savage.
It does indeed need the softening influence of that powerful Spirit, which was shed abroad into the world to turn the hearts of the disobedient to the wisdom of the just, to break down the strongholds of unrighteousness, and to teach man that he is by nature the child of wrath and victim of sin, and that in his unregenerated nature his whole mind is at enmity with God and his fellow-men, and that in his flesh dwelleth no good thing.

And the Indian has acknowledged that power,--he has cast his idols of cruelty and revenge, those virtues on which he prided himself in the blindness of his heart, to the moles and the bats; he has bowed and adored at the foot of the Cross;--but it was not so in the days whereof I have spoken.

_[FN: Appendix K.]_.