It was always a joyful announcement when, looking out over the Portage road, somebody called out, "The _Cut-Nose_ is coming!" In time, however, we learned to call her by her baptismal name of Elizabeth, for she, too, was one of Mr.Mazzuchelli's converts.
She came one day, accompanied by a half-grown boy, carrying a young fawn she had brought me as a present.

I was delighted with the pretty creature--with its soft eyes and dappled coat; but having often heard the simile, "as wild as a fawn," I did not anticipate much success in taming it.

To my great surprise, it soon learned to follow me like a dog.

Wherever I went, there Fan was sure to be.

At breakfast, she would lie down at my feet, under the table.