"I am grateful, most grateful to you, Uncle Donald, for having come to our assistance," she said, as she kissed his weather-beaten cheek. "Your appearance will revive my poor husband, who is still suffering from sickness.  He has not got over the fearful scenes we witnessed, and is still anxious about our safety, as the savage Indians have vowed that they will return in the spring and put us and those of their tribe who have become Christians to death, should the pest again break out among them, and I much fear, in consequence of their careless and dirty habits, that it will do so."