Many hunted but in vain; at last there was a squaw reported from Leicester, Mass., but alas! she had lost both feet. With the usual pedal appendages she would have cost $35.00, “but seeing as how she was crippled, she might go for $15.00.” I bought her and she looks all right with her stumps of ankles set deep in the ground and heavy stones around them to keep her firmly planted. The couple seem very real and human to me and I am often startled in the twilight by coming on the pair without thinking that they are always there. I intend to put a Cupid in the bushes near by or behind a sassafras tree, to make it a little more exciting. I regret not giving them any names but may do so, if I can decide on something appropriate. I have a splendid portrait of Tecumseh, but that name does not seem right. And what a long list there is; I will only give a few, as Massasoit, Squanto, Black Hawk, Pontiac, Red Jacket, Leather Stocking, Quizquiz, Katsa, Red Cloud, Many Horns, Spotted Wolf, Yeh-toot-sah, Yok-ki-e-to, and finally the name I like best, “Samoset,” that good Indian who was the first to welcome the Puritans in 1621, saying “Welcome Englishmen, Welcome Englishmen!” He told the Pilgrims to possess the land, as those to whom it had belonged were swept away by a pestilence. So Samoset, it shall be and the woman? No “set” to her for her knees have no bend to them, “Squaw-without-feet” is true and sounds like some of their queer names. [Illustration: A YOUNG AND PRETTY MOTHER A BRAVE GAZING A HIGHLAND CHIEFTAIN ON THE WATCH]