was no place for her, so she gave 

 herself to the Manakes-ees and now 

 she lies buried on the Custer Trail. 

 Whiteleg, I shall be like Pine 

 Leaf. No, no! I will not go! I 

 want to live with my people, and 

 be free. It-tas-da-chirsch, won't you ? 

 and," she added, cunningly, well 

 knowing the man before her, ' ' it will 

 make Mr. Warwick very sad, for 

 he will think we have insulted his 

 God and his people, and when he 

 sees how little we care and all are 

 laughing at him he will gnash his 

 teeth. He will hate us, and we will 

 be like thorns in his feet; will you?" 

 A slight pause "and I will give you 

 my pony that Whiteswan is keeping 

 for me will you?" 



Then the Indian spoke. 



"Ugh! I hate the Whitemen. When 

 shall it be? I'll take pony." 



Manita's delight, was barely re- 

 strained, and the man began to 

 enjoy the situation. They were 

 nearing the settlement and Manita 

 poured her plan into her res- 

 cuer's ears. He listened with 

 occasional grunts, until he drew 

 rein before the school-yard gate, 



