Probably she was speculating in her own mind what a person who rode so fine a horse, and wore so comfortable a broadcloth dress, could have to cry about.

I pointed to a seat beside me on the log, but she preferred standing and gazing at me, with the same pitying expression.

Presently she was joined by a young companion, and, after a short chattering, of which I was evidently the subject, they both trotted off into the woods, and left me to my own solitary reflections.
"What would my friends at the East think," said I to myself, "if they could see me now?
What would poor old Mrs.Welsh say?
She who warned me that _if I came away so far to the West, I should break my heart ?_ Would she not rejoice to find how likely her prediction was to be fulfilled ?" These thoughts roused me.

I dried up my tears, and by the time my husband with his party and all his horses and luggage were across, I had recovered my cheerfulness, and was ready for fresh adventures..