He who tempers the wind and
appoints the season of the wild deer hinds had not forgotten the
womanhood beyond the reach of skilful human help, and with the
hard and lonesome life had conjoined a sweet and blessed
compensation. What would not her sister of the city give for such
immunity; and long before that dark, dread hour of night that
brings the ebbing life force low, the wonderful miracle was
complete; there was another tow-top in the settler's home, and
all was well.
Chapter 16. Life with the Dutch Settler
The Indians slept in the luxuriant barn of logs, with blankets,
plenty of hay, and a roof. They were more than content, for now,
on the edge of the wilderness, they were very close to wild life.
Not a day or a night passed without bringing proof of that.
One end of the barn was portioned off for poultry. In this the
working staff of a dozen hens were doing their duty, which, on
that first night of the "brown angels' visit," consisted of
silent slumber, when all at once the hens and the new hands were
aroused by a clamorous cackling, which speedily stopped. It
sounded like a hen falling in a bad dream, then regaining her
perch to go to sleep again.
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