Christians."

"Sassacus wishes not to be a Christian. He was born an Indian, and
will live and die true to the traditions of his race. Christian is
good for Owanux, but is very bad for the red men. The beavers build
dams in the streams, while the eagle flies among the clouds. The
English are beavers, but Sassacus is an eagle."

"But how can you attain to the knowledge of the white men, without
becoming like them?"

"My brother must not be angry when Sassacus says, that is a pappoose
question. See! I can teach my brother to make bows and shoot arrows.
Can he not instruct Sassacus how to make guns, and the little black
seeds which cause the lightning?"

"That is not so easy as thou thinkest. I know not myself how to make
guns, and the powder which thou callest seeds."

"Toh!" replied the Indian, shaking his head, "my brother is afraid
Sassacus might hurt himself with the lightning."

"Why should the chief doubt my word? I tell thee that only certain men
among us make guns. They are all brought from a great island beyond
the sea."

"The English are very cunning. They make them in secret, so that the
Indians may not learn."

"It grieves me that my friend thinks I speak to him with two tongues.
But I will not be offended. Are we not brothers?"

"When my brother loves Sassacus more he will tell him all about these
things, and they will then have one head and one heart."

"They both belong to Sassacus now. But what does he intend to do? Will
he return with me to Boston?"

"Let my brother go to Shawmut, and if there is any danger he will let
me know, Sassacus will remain."

"You judge rightly. There were peril in showing thyself there now. But
how shall I find thee again?"

"When my brother journeys in the forest, and would see Sassacus, let
him make a noise like the Gues-ques-kes-cha, and Sassacus, or one of
his sanops will find him." He whistled the peculiar note of the bird,
(the robin,) and smiled at the awkward imitation of Arundel.

"Good for Indian. My sanops, when they hear, will know who is the
Gues-ques-kes-cha."

Thus parted the two friends. As Arundel pursued his lonely way, he
kept running over in his mind the events of the day before, and of the
past night. He admired the sagacity and courage of the Pequot Sachem,
who, assisted either by his own men, or friendly Aberginians, had been
able to take a bloody revenge for the attempt on his life. But no
satisfactory reason occurred to him why the b