Chapter 18: Awakening

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​⁠"Flap-Jacks," said 'Tana, softly, so as to reach no ear but that of the squaw, who came in from Harris' cabin to find the parasol of Miss Slocum, who was about to walk in the sunshine. To the red creature of the forest this parasol seemed the most wonderfully beautiful thing of all the strange things which the white squaws made use of. "Flap-Jacks, are they gone?"

Three weeks had gone by, three wee