"Thy home shall be my home, thy God my God." "Well, mon ami, I believe, if my old memory fails me not, I can strike the Indian trail that used to lead to the Cold Springs over the pine hills.

It will not be difficult for an old trapper to find his way." "For my part, I shall not leave this lovely spot without regret," said Hector.

"It would be a glorious place for a settlement--all that one could desire--hill, and valley, and plain, wood and water.

Well, I will try and persuade my father to leave the Cold Springs, and come and settle hereabouts.

It would be delightful, would it not, Catharine, especially now we are friends with the Indians." With their heads full of pleasant schemes for the future, our young folks laid them down that night to rest.