Of the latter, I had many times endeavored to give her some idea, showing her the plates in the Family Bible, and doing my best to explain them to her, but of late I had quite lost sight of her.

Now, how changed, how wan she looked! As I addressed her with my ordinary phrase, "_Tshah-ko-zhah_ ?" (What is it ?) she gave a sigh that was almost a sob.

She did not beg, but her countenance spoke volumes.
I took my dish and handed it to her, expecting to see her devour the contents eagerly; but no--she took it, and, making signs that she would soon return, walked away.

When she brought it back, I was almost sure she had not tasted a morsel herself.
* * * * * Oh! the boats--the boats with the corn! Why did they not come?
We both wrote and sent to hasten them, but, alas! everything and everybody moved so slowly in those unenterprising times! We could only feel sure that they would come when they were ready, and not a moment before.
We were soon obliged to keep both doors and windows fast, to shut out the sight of misery we could not relieve.

If a door were opened for the admission of a member of the family, some wretched mother would rush in, grasp the hand of my infant, and, placing that of her famishing child within it, tell us, pleadingly, that he was imploring "his little brother" for food.