Then she suddenly broke forth: "Send At-to-uck to git good man--hurry--berry hurry--he die--won't live.

The-au-o-too say hurry--die soon--won't see good man--Riher." Harvey looked at his wife.

"What must I do, Cora?
It will not do to leave you, as Teddy may not return for several hours, and yet this poor Indian should be attended in his dying moments." "You should go, Harvey; I will not fear." He turned to the squaw in perplexity.
"How far away is The-au-o-too ?" "Not much far--soon find--most dead." "It may be," he said in a low tone, "that he can be got to the house, although it would be no easy matter for us two to bring him." "I think your duty calls you to the dying man." "I ought to be there, but I tell you, Cora, I don't like this leaving you alone," said he, impressively.

"You know we made up our minds that it should never occur again." "There must be occasions when it cannot be avoided, and this is one of them.

By refusing to attend this man, you may not only neglect a great duty, but incur the ill-will of the whole tribe.