gay toys, but in reality to gaze upon the noble chief,
was the beautiful Garanga, the daughter of one of the principal
warriors of the Iroquois. The first time she saw him her little bosom
was filled with the flames of love, but she never spoke of it to any
one. While the other maidens sat repeating the soft words he had
whispered in their ears, for he had the forked tongue which the white
man always possesses, the mild and lovely daughter of the White Crane
said nothing, but sighed. Her heart had been taken captive at first
sight, by the handsome stranger--her little bosom was filled with love
for the noble warrior. Nor were the charms of the maiden unmarked by
him she loved. He had singled her out among all the dusky maidens, in
some degree for her beauty, but more for her softness and her modesty,
and had asked himself what one among the women of his own clime was
superior to her in all that would give delight to him who should make
her his own. His heart answered, None. So, learning from the tell-tale
eyes of the beautiful maiden, that she was entirely willing to become
the bird of his bower, his companion, his wife, he asked her of her
father. The chief, proud to be connected with so distinguished a
warrior, gave her to him, without hesitation, and she became his wife.

They were married in the Harvest-Moon, and a great feast was given,
which made glad the hearts of both white and red. There was a great
firing of cannon, and the fire-eater was given to the Indians, who
became very drunk, and made the woods ring again with their boisterous
mirth. Before the month in which the Indians harvest their maize had
come round again, there was a young bird of the sex of its father, in
the house of the governor. Ere the child had lived a moon, the father
said to the mother, thoughtfully but kindly,

"Dost thou love thy husband?"

"The Great Spirit only knows how much, and how deeply," answered the
fond wife.

"Hast thou joy in the bright eyes, and smiling cheeks, and lovely
laugh, of our little son?"

"I have exceeding joy in our son," answered the mother, pressing her
infant with a warm embrace to her bosom. "When I look upon his young
face, and his little laugh rings in mine ear, and when I mark the
bright light of his eyes shining like stars upon me, my heart leaps
like a deer stricken to death by the shaft of the hunter. And often
while thou art slumbering by my side, do I lie sleepless, my eyes
filled with tears, t