Benny's last thought was of his wigwam that night as he slid off into the delicious sleep that only rosy-cheeked, tired boys know. He dreamed he was the chief of a powerful tribe, and that he found old Winneenis, not old any longer, but a little girl like Fanny, crying in the forest because she couldn't find her way to her people, and that he took her by the hand and led her home. Her shout of rapture when she found herself once more with her people, wakened Benny, and he saw it was morning, and the shout he had heard instead of being that of little Winneenis, was grandma's voice calling him to get up. He was rather disappointed to find he wasn't a powerful chief, but he consoled himself with the thought of his uncommonly fine wigwam, and hurried down stairs to see what time it was, for the boys were to come on the early train, and he meant to go right over to the woods with them. He had scarcely finished his breakfast when the boys arrived, and they all started for the woods in great glee. On the way, Benny told them the story of old Winneenis, and the boys were full of wonder, interest, and curiosity to see her. Upon reaching the wigwam, they admired its outside, agreed that nothing in that style of architecture _could_ surpass it. "And now," said Benny, "see how nice 'tis inside," and he took a peep in himself. "Why," whispered he, drawing back, "she's _here_--she's here in the wigwam, sound asleep, and she looks awful glad. Sh-sh"--with a warning shake of his finger--"we mustn't disturb her; father said I mustn't. Le's go away and wait till she wakes up." They each took a peep at the old Indian woman and went away softly. They remained in sight of the wigwam, exhausting every device for wearing away the time, and Joe's watch was frequently consulted. Time and patience wore away together. "There," said Charlie, at last, "we've waited long enough; we ought to wake her up now." "It might make her crazy again to see such a lot of us, and I--I don't like to," said Benny. "I'll go 'n ask 'Bijah what to do." They went and brought 'Bijah, who said he should think likely she _would_ want to sleep a spell, she must be pretty well beat out, pokin' around all night. He'd heard her making them queer noises o' hern--something like a hoarse kind o' Phoebe bird, it sounded, in the distance. "I shouldn't be surprised," he began, in a low tone, stooping and peering in at the wigwam; but, contrary to his words, he did look very much surprised indeed. He stepped into the wigwam and touched the sleeper gently. Then he shook his head at the boys and motioned them away, and when he came out, they understood from his look, that old Winneenis was dead.