The White Canoe

It was evening. A tired warrior slept soundly in the corner of his wigwam, while his squaw, patient creature, watched, alternately employing herself in preparing a meal for her husband and master when he woke, and in soothing the somewhat uneasy slumbers of a dusky infant that lay near to her side.
The scene was one of unusual character for the wilds. The hut wore a neat and cleanly appearance. Formed of poles, with buffalo-hides and deer-skins for its covering, its sides were ornamented wit...