No longer checked in her efforts, Oucanasta now directed
her course towards the wood, still holding the thong that
remained attached to Miss de Haldimar's waist, probably
with a view to deceive any individuals from the villages
on whom they might chance to fall, into a belief that
the English girl was in reality her prisoner. No sooner,
however, had they entered the depths of the forest, when,
instead of following the path that led to Chabouiga,
Oucanasta took a direction to the left, and then moving
nearly on a parallel line with the course of the lake,
continued her flight as rapidly as the rude nature of
the underwood, and the unpractised feet of her companion,
would permit. They had travelled in this manner for
upwards of four hours, without meeting a breathing thing,
or even so much as exchanging a sound between themselves,
when, at length, the Indian stopped at the edge of a deep
cavern-like excavation in the earth, produced by the
tearing up, by the wild tempest, of an enormous pine.
Into this she descended, and presently reappeared with
several blankets, and two light painted paddles.
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