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home, and then, his strength failing him, had stretched himself upon 

 the grass, and was, when discovered, almost dead. At the sound of 

 Mr. Morton's voice, however, he aroused himself, and licked the 

 hand of his kind master. He was taken home and carefully attend- 

 ed, and after some time recovered his strength and the use of his 

 leg. 



Mr. Morton did not give up the search for his poor boy as long as 

 the least probability of finding him remained ; and when at last he 

 was forced to believe that his darling son had either fallen a prey to 

 wild beasts, or been made a captive by the savages who surrounded 

 them, he was forced to exert all his faith in the mercy of the Crea- 

 tor to uphold him under this severe affliction. His health was affect- 

 ed by the blow, and it was thought for some time that he would not 

 outlive the year in which Henry had been lost. But the strength 

 of a powerful constitution at last prevailed, and he recovered his 

 health, but not his spirits. 



Little Henry, in the mean time, was far away from all those who 

 were so anxiously looking for him. He had been a little sepa- 

 rated from his companions, and in trying to return to them had 

 been attracted by a beautiful butterfly floating through the summer 

 air. He immediately started in pursuit of it, followed by Ponto, but 

 soon lost sight of it, and perceiving that he had wandered from his 

 companions, he tried to retrace his steps. Every effort, however, 

 only led him further into the forest, and at last, tired and frightened, 

 he sat down under a great elm tree and began to cry. Ponto mean- 

 time was frisking about, now here, now there, chasing the squirrels 

 and barking at the birds. Suddenly, with a deep growl, he sprang 

 toward a thick clump of trees, from which, as he approached, an 

 arrow whistled out, transfixing poor Ponto's leg, and frightening 

 Henry almost to death. He lay with his eyes fixed upon the thicket, 

 from which in another moment an Indian lad bounded out, and seiz- 

 ing hold of Henry, spoke some words to him in the Indian language, 

 which the little Englishman did not understand. The lad was soon 

 followed by a tall man, with feathers in his hair, and his face paint- 

 ed with various colors. This man spoke to Henry in a kind voice, 

 and the little boy began to tell him in English how he was lost, and 

 how unhappy he was. But both Indians shook their heads, to signi- 



