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BUT NOW HE HEARD A VOICE ABOVE HIM. IT WAS HER VOICE[Frontispiece]
THE BIRD SHE HEARD IN THE NIGHT WAS CALLING IN HIS EARS NOW[14]
THE START ON THE NORTH TRAIL[36]
SHE SWAYED AND FELL FAINTING AT THE FEET OF BA’TISTE[56]
LITTLE BY LITTLE THEY DREW TO THE EDGE OF THE ROCK[70]
“THEY SHOT ME AN’ HURT ME”[74]
“PAULINE,” HE SAID, FEEBLY, AND FAINTED IN HER ARMS[114]
THE OLD MAN SHOOK HIS HEAD. THOUGH NOT WITH UNDERSTANDING[166]
GEORGE’S WIFE[184]
THEN HAD HAPPENED THE REAL EVENT OF HIS LIFE[198]
THE FAITH HEALER[236]
“AS PURTY A WOMAN, TOO—AS PURTY AND AS STRAIGHT BEWHILES”[256]
“IF YOU KILL ME, YOU WILL NEVER GET AWAY FROM KOWATIN ALIVE”[312]
FOR MINUTES THE STRUGGLE CONTINUED[332]
“OH, ISN’T IT ALL WORTH LIVING?” SHE SAID[342]

NORTHERN LIGHTS

A LODGE IN THE WILDERNESS

“Hai-yai, so bright a day, so clear!” said Mitiahwe as she entered the big lodge and laid upon a wide, low couch, covered with soft skins, the fur of a grizzly which had fallen to her man’s rifle. “Hai-yai, I wish it would last forever—so sweet!” she added, smoothing the fur lingeringly and showing her teeth in a smile.

“There will come a great storm, Mitiahwe. See, the birds go south so soon,” responded a deep voice from a corner by the doorway.

The young Indian wife turned quickly, and, in a defiant, fantastic mood—or was it the inward cry against an impending fate, the tragic future of those who will not see, because to see is to suffer?—she made some quaint, odd motions of the body which belonged to a mysterious dance of her tribe, and, with flashing eyes, challenged the comely old woman seated on a pile of deer-skins.

“It is morning, and the day will last forever,” she said, nonchalantly, but her eyes suddenly took on a far-away look, half apprehensive, half wondering. The birds were indeed going south very soon, yet had there ever been so exquisite an autumn as this, had her man ever had so wonderful a trade, her man with the brown hair, blue eyes, and fair, strong face?