STUDIES OF PLANT LIFE 
say the child was not found, and hope began to fade away 
in all hearts. It still lingered, however, in that of the father. 
It was now Thursday, and it was on the evening of the 
previous Saturday that the little girl had been lost. The 
chances were indeed remote that she would be found, or if 
found that she would be a living, breathing child. However, 
about noon that day a horseman was seen riding at full 
speed towards the farm, followed by a crowd that thronged 
the road. The lost child was found! Alive or dead? There 
was a stop, a pause in the pulsation of the woe-worn. heart 
of the mother. Could it be that after five days of famine 
and wandering, exposed to the rain and dews and the sun’s 
hot rays, that she should behold her child alive once more? 
Yes, it was even so, and He who tempers the rough wind to 
the shorn lamb and shelters the unfledged nestling of the 
the wild birds had been her guard by night from the wild 
beasts and her shield by day from the elements. No harm 
had befallen the young wanderer save what naturally arose 
from exhaustion and fear in her unusual position. 
Each night she had lain down and, sheltered by a fallen 
pine tree, had slept as soundly as if on her own little bed 
at home. The first night a drenching thunder-shower had 
soaked her clothes, and she had lost her shoes in the grass 
and had not cared to seek for them. Her face was much 
sunburnt, and she said each day she had heard voices in the 
distance, but her fear of strangers, and especially of Indians, 
had made her conceal herself. One thing was remarkable— 
hope and trust in her father had never deserted her young 
heart. She said she knew that he would never cease to look 
for her till she was found. It was with the hope of seeing 
that dear face that she came from her hiding-place and stood 
upon the log and looked about her and was fortunately 
discovered by one of the searchers, whom she knew by sight; 
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