Stories of pioneer life, for young readers; . e be glad to see us ? theyasked each other. Mary said, I shall know her, if she is my sister. Story of Frances Slocum. 75 She has lost the nail from one forefinger. Youremember, brother, that you pounded it off inthe blacksmith shop about a year before we losther ? When they entered her house, they found hersitting quietly in a chair. At first she seemedto them very cold and course, she could notunderstand a word that theysaid. Neither could they un-derstand her. They had brought a whiteman with them who couldspeak the Indian language,an
Stories of pioneer life, for young readers; . e be glad to see us ? theyasked each other. Mary said, I shall know her, if she is my sister. Story of Frances Slocum. 75 She has lost the nail from one forefinger. Youremember, brother, that you pounded it off inthe blacksmith shop about a year before we losther ? When they entered her house, they found hersitting quietly in a chair. At first she seemedto them very cold and course, she could notunderstand a word that theysaid. Neither could they un-derstand her. They had brought a whiteman with them who couldspeak the Indian language,and could tell each of themwhat the others said. At first the Indian sistereven seemed to suspect hervisitors of having some planto rob her. Her brotherswalked the floor in grief. Her sister wept bit-terly, but Frances sat unmoved. Could it bethat this was the dear little Frances, lost so longago ? How could she possibly have become thisold Indian Still there could be no doubt about it. Therewas the same hurt finger. She remembered her. FRANCES SLOCUM. 76 Stories of Pioneer Life. fathers name, and could tell just where she hidwhen the Indians came to the house. She was told that this was her sister, who ranaway with the little brother, and here was thelittle brother, too. Slowly she began to understand that thesewere really her people. She grew interested, andwas willing to tell them about herself. She told them that the Indians had paintedher skin, and that they had dressed her in wam-pum beads which she thought very fine. They had always been kind to her. Even nowthey treated her like a queen, gladly doing what-ever she wished. She was quite rich, too, foran Indian. V. The brother and sister wished very much thatFrances would go back to the old home withthem. She said: No, I cannot; I have alwayslived with the Indians; they have always treatedme kindly. I am used to them. Why should Igo to be like a fish out of water} Then they begged her to visit them. But shesaid: I c
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