"When shall we go home, Malaeska?" cried the lad, a little anxiously. "Grandfather will want us." "This is the home for a young chief," replied the mother, looking around upon the pleasant sky and the forest-turf, enameled with wild-flowers. "What white man has a tent like this?" The boy looked up and saw a world of golden tulip-blossoms starring the branches above him. "It lets in the cold and the rain," he said, shaking the dew from his glossy hair. "I don't like the woods, Malaeska." "But you will--oh yes, you will," answered the mother, with anxious cheerfulness; "see, I have shot a bird for your breakfast." "A bird; and I am so hungry." "And see here, what I have brought from the shore." She took a little leaf-basket from a recess in the rocks, and held it up full of black raspberries with the dew glittering upon them. The boy clapped his hands, laughing merrily. "Give me the raspberries--I will eat them all. Grandfather isn't here to stop me, so I will eat and eat till the basket is empty. After all, Malaeska, it is pleasant being in the woods--come, pour the berries on the moss, just here, and get another basketful while I eat these; but don't go far--I am afraid when you are out of sight. No, no, let me build the fire--see how I can make the sparks fly." Down he came from the rock, forgetting his berries, and eager to distinguish himself among the brushwood, while Malaeska withdrew a little distance and prepared her game for roasting. The boy was quick and full of intelligence; he had a fire blazing at once, and shouted back a challenge to the birds as its flames rose in the air, sending up wreaths of delicate blue smoke into the poplar branches, and curtaining the rocks with mist. Directly the Indian woman came forward with her game, nicely dressed and pierced with a wooden skewer; to this she attached a piece of twine, which, being tied to a branch overhead, swung its burden to and fro before the fire. While this rustic breakfast was in preparation, the boy went off in search of flowers or berries--any thing that he could find. He came back with a quantity of green wild cherries in his tunic, and a bird's nest, with three speckled eggs in it, which he had found under a tuft of fern leaves. A striped squirrel, that ran down a chestnut-limb, looked at him with such queer earnestness, that he shouted lustily to Malaeska, saying that he loved the beautiful woods and all the pretty things in it. When he came back, Malaeska had thrown off her cloak, and crowned herself with a coronal of scarlet and green feathers, which rendered her savage dress complete, and made her an object of wondering admiration to the boy, as she moved in and out through the trees, with her face all aglow with proud love.