t, and soon retired
to his apartment.

CHAPTER IX.

"With wild surprise,
As if to marble struck, devoid of sense,
A stupid moment motionless."

THOMSON'S SEASONS.

A couple of hours elapsed before Waqua made his appearance, after
disposing of his skins and venison. He had exchanged them for such
articles as his savage taste fancied, among which Arundel noticed a
small mirror, in a brass frame, hung like a medal on his breast, and a
red woollen sash tied around his waist. As the Indian, thus bedecked,
entered the room, it was with an increase of dignity becoming one
possessed of such splendid ornaments, whereat, however, Arundel found
it difficult to repress a smile. But it was important to the
maintenance of their new friendship that no such levity should be
perceived, which might have aroused the resentment of the savage.
Suppressing then the feeling, and regarding his tawny friend with a
face of welcome, the young man said:

"You look bravely, Sachem; it is a pity the Indian girls do not see
you."

"They will see," said the Indian, "when Waqua returns to his village.
Look," he continued, presenting the mirror to Arundel, and, unable to
conceal his admiration, "it is a still spring in an open plain."

"You will not be obliged now to leave the wigwam and seek the clear
water when you wish to paint your face."

"Waqua thanks the white man," said the Indian, gazing admiringly at
himself in the mirror, "for the clear frozen water which he can carry
with him wherever he goes. Waqua will never more be alone, for
whenever he pleases he may look into the bright frozen water and see a
warrior. Let me behold my brother in the wonderful medicine."

He held up the glass to Arundel, and laughed, as he saw the
reflection.

"My brother's face is now in the frozen water," he said, "and whenever
I look into it, I shall see my brother as well as Waqua."

"And trust me, Waqua, that I will be a true friend unto thee. I do
begin to think that the extraordinary liking of the knight for thy
race is not misplaced."

"Speaks my brother of Soog-u-gest, of the white chief who lives away
from his people in the forest?"

"I speak of the Knight of the Golden Melice, of him whom the Indians
call Soog-u-gest, or the eagle. I had left his lodge but a short time
when Heaven sent thee to my aid."

"The tall, white chief, men say, is not like other white men. He loves
the forest children, and they love hi