174 WILD SPOKTS IN THE SOUTH. 



high and fast as she saw the Spaniard safe again. Ortez's 

 countenance blanched under the swarth of years. Chatte 

 Echo gave the light canoe an impetus with his foot, and 

 shoved it out into the lagoon. Her eyes followed the 

 spot where it disappeared, her outstretched arm trembled, 

 she staggered and fell into the arms of the young chief 

 who carried her into the fort. He had won her." 



" I don't Hke that story, father ; it gives a low ideal 

 of woman." 



" But, child, remember it is savage woman that I tell 

 of; you can't paint a crow green." 



" How much is true ?" asked the literal Doctor. 



" Is it not all written," answered the narrator, " in the 

 faithful annals of Garcilasso de la Vega ?" 



