The cabin was gone; a channel had been cut from the waterfall, and this channel ran where my mother's grave had been.

They had treated it with that same desecration with which they have destroyed ten thousand Indian graves since then.

Her bones were scattered in the sand and mud.

And from the moment my father saw what had happened, never another sun rose in the heavens for him.

His heart died, yet he went on living--for a time." Mary Standish had bowed her face in her hands.