Should he go now, and bring his daughter the next time he came ?" Stunned with his importunate babble, and anxious only for rest and quiet, poor Shaw-nee-aw-kee eagerly assented, and the chief took his departure.
So nearly had his disorder been aggravated to delirium, that the young man forgot entirely, for a time, the interview and the proposal which had been made him.

But it was recalled to his memory some months after, when Four-Legs made his appearance, bringing with him a squaw of mature age, and a very Hecate for ugliness.

She carried on her shoulders an immense pack of furs, which, approaching with her awkward _criss-cross_ gait, she threw at his feet, thus marking, by an Indian custom, her sense of the relation that existed between them.
The conversation with her father now flashed across his mind, and he began to be sensible that he had got into a position that it would require some skill to extricate himself from.
He bade one of the young clerks take up the pack and carry it into the magazine where the furs were stored; then he coolly went on talking with the chief about indifferent matters.
_Miss Four-Legs_ sat awhile with a sulky, discontented air; at length she broke out,-- "Humph! he seems to take no more notice of me than if I was nobody!" He again turned to the clerk.--"Give her a calico shirt and half a dozen bread-tickets." This did not dissipate the gloom on her countenance.

Finding that he must commence the subject, the father says,-- "Well, I have brought you my daughter, according to our agreement.

How do you like her ?" "Ah, yes--she is a very nice young woman, and would make a first-rate wife, I have no doubt.