I was pleased to hear this: for Rosa was about five years of age, and of a weight that I did not desire to walk under for any great distance. I had forgotten all about my gun. I had dropped it, when jumping into the river; and only remembered it now, long after we had left the spot. On turning towards my companion, I saw that she had it in her hands. During our progress towards her home, I was constantly making comparisons between my companion and Lenore. They were mental, and involuntary. She and Lenore were the two most lovely objects I had ever seen; and yet they were altogether unlike. Lenore was dark, reserved, and dignified, though the expression of her features and the silent glance of her eye denoted, that her soul contained volumes of warm poetic fancy that might never be expressed in words. The young girl by my side was fair and free-spoken; she talked almost continuously; and I could plainly perceive, that every thought of her mind must find expression in speech. Before we had reached the house, I had learnt the simple history of her life. She was the daughter of Mr H--, the friend of Cannon--for whose station we were bound. She was the one about whom Cannon had bantered Vane--telling him that he might amuse himself by making love to her. Cannon had never spoken a truer word in his life, than when he said that she was "extremely good-looking." If the description was at all incorrect, it was because it was too tame. She was more than good-looking--she was beautiful. I learnt from her that her name was Jessie, that her life was very lonely on the station--where the appearance of a stranger, whatever he might be, was an unusual event; and that she was much pleased that an acquaintance of her father had sent word, that he was about to visit them with two of his friends. "That acquaintance is Mr Cannon?" said I, interrogatively. "Yes; and you are one of the friends who was to come with him," rejoined she, with a woman's instinct, jumping to the correct conclusion. "Oh! we shall be so happy to have you with us!" We had still that mile further to go; but although Rosa was no light weight to carry, the distance appeared as nothing. Before we had reached her home, Jessie H--seemed to be an old acquaintance. I felt assured that my visit to her father's station would prove a pleasant one. On arriving at the house there ensued a scene of excitement, of which little Rosa's mishap was the cause. Jessie seemed determined to make me the hero of the hour; and I had to listen to profuse expressions of gratitude from her father and mother-- all for bringing a child out of the water--an act that a Newfoundland dog would have performed, quite as cleverly as I. Little Rosa was the favourite of the family; and their thanks for what I had done were in proportion to the affection entertained for her.