One of the young squaws who happened to be present was his daughter.  On hearing of the invitation, she begged her father to accept it.  She was far superior to the other Indian women in appearance; and although not so old as Lily, she was taller than any of them.  Her complexion was of the lightest olive, through which rich colour could be seen on her cheeks.  She was, indeed, fairer than many Europeans.  Her figure was extremely graceful, too.  I did not, however, observe this when I first saw her, for she was then dressed in her thick blanket robe.  Her name was Ashatea, or "White Poplar;" a very suitable name, as I thought.  She had seen Lily, I found, two or three times, before they had moved westward; and she longed, she told me, to meet her again, and begged that I would tell Lily so when I returned home.  It was this that made her so anxious that her father and his tribe should come and camp near us.