Whatever joy she had on again seeing her bome was speedily queued in
the fearsome discovery that she was right over the Indian camp, and
the two inmates looked so utterly, dreadfully savage that she was
thankful they had not seen her. At once she shrank back; but on
recovering sufficiently to again peer down, she saw something roasting
before the fire -- "a tiny arm with a hand that bore five fmgers," as
she afterward said, and "a sickening horror came over her. " Yes, she
had heard of such things. 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.
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