“Mother dear, mother dear! Did you hear what Kashaqua says: that she will take me to Aunt Prissy’s to-morrow?” said Faith.  
The Indian woman had turned quickly, and her sharp little eyes were fixed¹ on Mrs. Carew’s face.
 
“You ’fraid let leettle girl go with Kashaqua?” she said, a little accusing note in her voice.
 
“No, indeed. Kashaqua would take good care of Faith. I know that. But to-morrow——” Mrs. Carew spoke² bravely, but both Faith’s father and mother were sadly troubled. To offend the Indian woman would mean to make enemies of the tribe to which she belonged; and then neither their lives nor their property would be safe; and she would never forgive them if they doubted her by refusing to let Faith make the journey to Ticonderoga in her care.
 
It was Faith who came to the rescue by declaring:[Pg 60] “Oh, I’d rather go with Kashaqua than anybody. Mother dear, you said Aunt Prissy would see about my shoes and dresses. I don’t have to wait to get ready,” and Faith ran to her mother eager for her consent, thinking it would be a fine thing to go on a day’s journey through the woods with the Indian woman, and quite forgetting for the moment that it meant a long absence from home.
 
Nothing could have pleased Kashaqua more than Faith’s pleading. The half-angry expression faded from her face, and she nodded and smiled, grunting³ her satisfaction, and taking from one of her baskets a pair of fine doeskin moccasins, which she gave to Faith. “Present,” she said briefly⁴.
 
“They are the prettiest pair I ever had!” said Faith, looking admiringly at their fringed tops, and the pattern of a vine that ran from the toes to insteps, stitched in with thread-like crimson⁵ and blue thongs⁶.
 
“It is a fine chance for Faith to go to her Aunt Priscilla,” said Mr. Carew. “Do you know where Philip Scott lives, across Champlain?”
 
“Me know. Not great ways from Fort,” responded Kashaqua. “Me take leettle girl safe to Scott’s wigwam.”
 
[Pg 61]
 
“That’s right, Kashaqua,” said Mr. Carew.
 
“Then me come back to mill and get meal an’ get pie,” said Kashaqua.
 
“Of course. I will make you the finest pie you ever tasted,” said Mrs. Carew, with a little sigh of relief. For she had wondered how long it would be before they could get news that Kashaqua had kept her promise, and that Faith had reached her aunt’s house in safety.
 
In the surprise and excitement of this new decision neither Faith nor her parents had much time to think about their separation. Although Aunt Priscilla was to see that Faith was well provided with suitable dresses, shoes, hat, and all that a little girl would need to wear to school and to church, there was, nevertheless, a good deal to do to prepare and put in order such things as she would take with her. Beside that Mrs. Carew meant to give the squaw a well-filled luncheon⁷ basket; so the remainder of the day went very quickly. Faith helped her mother, and talked gaily⁸ with Kashaqua of the good time they would have on the journey; while Kashaqua smoked and nodded, evidently quite satisfied and happy.
 
When night came the Indian woman made [Pg 62]her preparations to sleep before the kitchen fire, and the Carews went up-stairs to bed. The mother and father lay long awake that night. While they assured each other that Faith would be perfectly⁹ safe, and that the Indian woman would defend the little girl from all danger, they could not but feel an uncertainty¹⁰. “We can trust the strength and love that has protected us always to go with our little maid,” said Mr. Carew; “perhaps Kashaqua is the safest person we could find.”
 
“We must hope so; but I shall not draw a good breath until she is here again, and tells me Faithie is safe with Priscilla,” responded Mrs. Carew.
 
The little household was awake at an early hour the next morning. Faith was to wear the new moccasins. She wore her usual dress of brown homespun linen¹¹. Faith had never had a hat, or a pair of leather shoes, and only the simplest of linen and wool dresses. She had never before been away from home, except for a day’s visit at the house of some neighboring settler. She knew that when she got to Aunt Prissy’s she would have a hat, probably like the one Esther Eldridge had worn, ribbons to tie [Pg 63]back her yellow curls, shining leather shoes, and many things that she had never before seen. She had thought a good deal about these things when planning for the journey, but now that the time was so near when she must say good-bye to her mother and father she forgot all about the good times in store, and wished with all her heart that she were not going.
 
“Don’t let Kashaqua see you cry, child,” her father whispered, seeing Faith’s sad face; so she resolutely¹² kept back her tears.
 
Breakfast was soon over. Kashaqua had stowed Faith’s bundle of clothing in one of her baskets and swung it over her shoulder. The basket of luncheon also was secured by stout¹³ thongs and hung across her back, and they were ready to start.
 
“Be a good child, Faithie, dear,” whispered Mrs. Carew.
 
“I’ll fetch you home when it is April’s turn to stir the fire,” said her father smilingly, and Faith managed to smile back, and to say good-bye bravely, as she trudged¹⁴ down the path holding tight to Kashaqua’s brown hand.
 
“I be back to-morrow night,” Kashaqua called back, knowing that would be a word of [Pg 64]comfort to the white woman who was letting her only child go from home.
 
Neither Faith nor Kashaqua spoke for some little time. At last Faith stopped suddenly and stood still, evidently listening. “I can’t hear the brook,” she said.
 
Kashaqua nodded, and the two walked on through the autumn woods. But now Kashaqua began to talk. She told Faith stories of the wild animals of the woods; of the traps she set along the streams to catch the martens and otters¹⁵; and of a bear cub¹⁶ that the children of her village had tamed. But it had disappeared during the summer.
 
“The papooses catch birds and feed them,” she continued, “tame birds so they know their name, and come right to wigwam.” Faith listened eagerly, and began to think that an Indian village must be a very pleasant place to live.
 
“Where is your village, Kashaqua?” she asked.
 
“You not know my village? Way back ’cross Mooselamoo,” answered Kashaqua.
 
“Perhaps I can go there some time,” suggested Faith. But Kashaqua shook her head.
 
For several hours they walked steadily¹⁷ on [Pg 65]through the autumn woods. They climbed several rocky ridges¹⁸, crossed brooks¹⁹, and carefully made their way over a swampy²⁰ stretch of ground. Faith was very tired when Kashaqua finally swung the baskets and bundles from her shoulders and declared that it was time to eat.
 
The trail had led them up a hill, and as Faith, with a little tired sigh, seated herself on a moss-covered rock, she looked about with a little exclamation²¹ of wonder. Close beside the trail was a rough shelter made of the boughs²² of spruce and fir trees, and near at hand was piled a quantity of wood ready for a fire. There was a clearing, and the rough shelter was shaded by two fine oak trees.
 
“Does somebody live here?” asked Faith.
 
“Traveler’s wigwam,” explained Kashaqua, who was unpacking²³ the lunch basket with many grunts²⁴ of satisfaction. “White men going down the trail to big road to Shoreham sleep here,” she added, holding up a fine round molasses cake in one hand and a roasted chicken in the other.
 
Faith was hungry as well as tired, and the two friends ate with good appetite. Kashaqua repacked the basket with what remained of the food, and with a pleasant nod to Faith declared [Pg 66]she would “sleep a little,” and curled herself up near the shelter.
 
Faith looked about the rough camp, and peered down the trail. She decided²⁵ she too would sleep a little, and stretched herself out close beside Kashaqua, thinking that it was a wonderful thing to be so far from home,—nearly in sight of Lake Champlain, Kashaqua had told her, with an Indian woman for her guide and protector; and then her eyes closed and she was sound asleep.
 
It seemed to Faith that she had not slept a minute before she awakened²⁶ suddenly, and found that Kashaqua had disappeared. But she heard a queer scrambling²⁷ sound behind her and sat up and looked around. For a moment she was too frightened to speak, for a brown bear was clawing the remainder of their luncheon from the basket, grunting and sniffing²⁸, as if well pleased with what he found.
 
As Faith looked at him she was sure that this creature had dragged Kashaqua off into the woods, and that he might turn and seize her as soon as he had finished with the basket.
 
“Kashaqua! Kashaqua!” she called hopelessly. “What shall I do? What shall I do?”
 
[Pg 67]There was a rustle²⁹ of leaves close behind her and the Indian woman darted³⁰ into the clearing. Without a word to Faith she ran straight to where the bear was crouched³¹ over the basket. Faith could hardly believe what she saw, for Kashaqua had seized the basket and pushed it out of the bear’s reach, and was now belaboring³² him with a stout piece of wood that she had seized from the pile by the shelter. As she hit the bear she called out strange words in the Indian tongue, whose meaning Faith could not imagine, but which the bear seemed to understand. The creature accepted the blows with a queer little whimper which made Faith laugh in spite of her fear. And when Kashaqua had quite finished with him he crept along beside her, looking up as if pleading for forgiveness.
 
“Oh, Kashaqua! Is it the bear that your papooses tamed?” exclaimed Faith, remembering the story told her on the way.
 
Kashaqua nodded, at the same time muttering words of reproach to the bear.
 
“He like bad Indian, steal from friends,” she explained to Faith. “His name Nooski,” she added.
 
Nooski was quite ready to make friends with [Pg 68]Faith, but she was not yet sure of his good-nature. It seemed to the little girl that the bear understood every word Kashaqua uttered; and when they went on their way down the trail Nooski followed, or kept close beside them.
 
It was still early in the afternoon when they reached level ground and Faith had her first glimpse of the blue waters of Lake Champlain and saw the heights of Ticonderoga on the opposite shore. For a moment she forgot Nooski and Kashaqua, and stood looking at the sparkling waters and listening to the same sound of “Chiming Waters” that had made the early French settlers call the place “Carillon.” She wondered if she should ever see the inside of the fort of which she had heard so much, and then heard Kashaqua calling her name.
 
“Canoe all ready, Faith.” The Indian woman had drawn³³ the birch-bark canoe from its hiding-place in the underbrush, and the light craft now rested on the waters of the lake. The baskets and bundles were in the canoe, and Kashaqua, paddle in hand, stood waiting for her little companion.
 
“Where’s Nooski?” asked Faith, looking about for the young bear.
 
Kashaqua pointed³⁴ toward the distant range of mountains which they had left behind them. “He gone home,” she said.
 
Kashaqua told her how to step into the canoe, and how to sit, and cautioned her not to move. Faith felt as if the day had been a wonderful dream. As Kashaqua with swift strokes of her paddle sent the canoe over the water Faith sat silent, with eyes fixed on the looming³⁵ battlements of the fort, on the high mountain behind it, and thought to herself that no other little girl had ever taken such a journey.
 
Kashaqua landed some distance below the fort; the canoe was again safely hidden, and after a short walk across a field they reached a broad, well-traveled road. “’Most to Philip Scott’s house,” grunted³⁶ Kashaqua. “You be glad?” and she looked down at the little girl with a friendly smile.