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few words which brought a paleness like that of 

 death over the young girl's countenance. In her turn 

 Rosa gazed earnestly at the stranger, the contraction of 

 whose features and the dull glaze that overspread his 

 eyes betrayed the highest degree of exhaustion. His 

 ashy-pale complexion, sunken cheeks, and hollow eyes 

 bespoke long privations and severe suffering; he 

 looked more like a corpse thrown tip by the waves 

 than a living creature. His hair, bleached by the 

 action of sea-water, hung in tangled locks over his 

 neck and forehead, and the original colour of his 

 apparel could only be guessed at. He appeared very 

 young, and his features, allowance made for their 

 emaciation, were by no means disagreeable, as he 

 sat leaning against the trunk of a cypress - tree, 

 through the branches of which the sunbeams played 

 upon his countenance and lit up its suffering 

 expression. 



"Our white brother's canoe," said Canondah, "is 

 that of the chief of the Salt Lake, but he is not one 

 of his warriors." 



" He is perhaps what they call a sailor," remarked 

 Rosa. 



" No," replied Canondah, in a decided tone. " Look 

 at his hands : they are small and delicate as those of 

 a girl, though the sea-water has stained them brown." 



"He may be a messenger," suggested Rosa, doubt- 

 fully. 



The Indian maiden again shook her head. " See," 



