The picture of the Indian, whom he had felled to the floor, when he insulted his wife years before, rose before him, and he saw his child already struggling in the savage's merciless grasp.

Nearer and nearer he approached the sound, until he suddenly paused, conscious that it was but a short distance away.

Hurrying stealthily but rapidly several rods to the right, the whole thing was almost immediately made plain to him.
Two trees, from some cause or other, had fallen to the ground in a parallel direction and within a yard of each other.

Between the trunks of these an Indian was crouched, who held the goat-bell in his left hand, and caused the sound which so startled the father.

The savage had his back turned toward the missionary, and appeared to be looking in the opposite direction, as if he were waiting the appearance of some one.
While the father stood gazing at this, he saw his boy come to view about fifty feet the other side of the Indian, and, as if wearied with his unusual hunt, seat himself upon a log.