"Oh, poor bird," he cried suddenly, "open your wings and fly away!" 28 Groping his way to the bucket of cold water--he managed to raise it up in his arms, and poured it over the sleeper 39 "The Queen wishes to speak to you--stand up, little boy" 52 How strange it seemed when, holding on to a twig, he bent over and saw himself reflected in that black mirror 71 He quickly ate it, and then pulled another and ate that, and then another, and still others, until he could eat no more 79 Then the wild man, catching Martin up, leaped upon the back of one of the horses 103 She raised him in her arms and pressed him to her bosom, wrapping her hair like a warm mantle around him 115 For a moment or two he was tempted to turn and run back into the passage through which he had come 122 The doe--timidly smelt at his hand, then licked it with her long pink tongue 140 Throwing up her arms, she uttered a long call, and the birds began to come lower and lower down 145 One of the mist people--held the shell to Martin's ear,--and Martin knew--that it was the voice of the sea 156 A LITTLE BOY LOST [Illustration] _Chapter One_ _The Home on the Great Plain_