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I know not what has come to the child to-night, said Mr. Gore, who was seated near Edith in one of the rooms;
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Perhaps it is the novelty and excitement of the scene,
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Oh, no, answered the missionary;
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She has hardly spoken a word to me, said Edith;
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I hope she will not forget the friends who love her.
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No fear of that, my dear, replied Mr. Gore.
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Otaitsa is all heart, and that heart is a gentle one. Under its influence is she acting now; it throbs with something that we do not know; and those light words, that make us smile to hear, have sources deep within her--perhaps of bitterness.
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I think I have heard her say, remarked Edith,
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When first I joined the People of the Stone, replied the missionary,
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I found her there, a young child of three years old. Her mother was just dead; and, although her father bore his grief with the stern, gloomy stoicism of his nation, and neither suffered tear to fall nor sigh to escape his lips, I could see plainly enough that he was struck with grief such as the Indian seldom feels, and never shows. He received me most kindly; made my efforts with his people easy; and though I know not to this hour whether with himself I have been successful in communicating blessed light, he gave his daughter altogether up to my charge, and with her I have _not_ failed. I fear in him the savage is too deeply rooted ever to be wrung forth, but I have made _her_ one of Christ's flock, indeed.