Loosening the bell from the grasp of the dead man, the minister took the little hand, and, with a heart overflowing with emotion, set out for his cabin.

It was his wish to give the hunter a Christian burial; but, for the present, it was impossible.

These dying words rung in his ears: "The Indians took her from me, and went up north with her, where she now is, _and safe_!" Blessed thought! She was then living, and was yet to be restored to his arms.

The shadow of death passed away, and a great light illuminated his very being.

The lost was found! When the missionary came to be more collected, he concluded that this must be the tribe of which Teddy had once spoken, but which had been visited by him without success.