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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.
_ Wandering, as was her wont at night, she had
come upon Benny’s wigwam, standing in the clear

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moonlight, and to her longing, bewildered mind it
had probably seemed the wigwam of her father.
Who can ever know the joy, the feeling of peace, and
rest, and relief, with which she laid her tired bones
down in it, and fell asleep, a care-free child once
more, and thus passed from its door into the happy
hunting-grounds? And Benny always felt glad the
wigwam had been built.

 

 

ON THE WAY TO PRESCOTT. —CAMPED IN THE CACTL

MY ARIZONA CLASS;

 

By Mrs. Jesst1z BENTON FREMONT.

 

HAVE been asked to tell you, the young readers

of this book something of my work in the

schools of Arizona, but to begin let me disclaim this

important naming of the simple thing it came in my

way to do for the one school of Prescott, the capital

of Arizona. I was in no other town during my stay
there.

Four years make wonderful changes on our fron-
tiers, and now one great railroad crosses it, and con-
nects it with both oceans, and another, more to the
north, is fast approaching the same result; but in
78 there was not a mile of railroad within the Terri-
tory, and it was so isolated by difficulty of travel and
dangers, that with those living there it was the