If she could only get home in safety! Why had she
tempted Providence thus? She backed softly and prayed
only to escape. What, and never even deliver the Bible?
"It would be wicked to return with it!" In a cleft of
the rock she placed it, and then, to prevent the wind
blowing off loose leaves, she placed a stone on top, and
fled from the dreadful place.
That night, when Quonab and Rolf had finished their
meal of corn and roasted coon, the old man climbed the
rock to look at the sky. The book caught his eye at once,
evidently hidden there carefully, and therefore in cache.
A cache is a sacred thing to an Indian. He disturbed it
not, but later asked Rolf, "That yours?"
"No."
It was doubtless the property of some one who meant
to return for it, so they left it untouched. It rested
there for many months, till the winter storms came down,
dismantling the covers, dissolving the pages, but leaving
such traces as, in the long afterward, served to identify
the book and give the rock the other name, the one it
bears to-day - "Bible Rock, where Quonab, the son of
Cos Cob, used to live."
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