ce.

The sun of the next morning had been but a few minutes abroad on the
earth, when Pomperaug repaired to the house of the aged priest to
finish the business of the preceding day. He had before signified his
intention to part with his land on the terms offered him, but he now
declined.

"Why will not the son of the chief, who fell in the Moon of Green
Corn, give to the pale-face for the things he wants the lands he does
not plough, the woods that are bare of game, the waters whose fish
glide unharmed by his spear?" demanded the priest.

"Listen, father--hear a red man speak," answered the young chief.
"Mark yonder eagle--how joyous his flight among the clouds. The sky is
his home, he loves it, and grief seizes his heart when he leaves it.
Will he barter it for the sea? No. Look into the river, and ask the
fish that sports so happy in its clear bosom, if he will sell his
birth-place, and he will, if he speak at all, answer No. Shall the red
man sell for a few strings of beads, and a piece of red cloth, the
spot that contains his father's bones? No. Yet, father, I will part
with my forests, if thou wilt give me the beautiful singing-bird that
is in thy nest."

"Savage," said the priest indignantly and haughtily, "shall the lamb
lie down in the den of the wolf? shall the fawn knock at the lair of
the panther, and enter and take up her abode? Never! Name not the
thing again--I would sooner see her die! Name it not." As he spoke he
struck his cane forcibly on the ground, and his broad figure seemed to
expand and grow taller, while his eye gleamed, and the muscles of his
brow contracted, with a lowering and stern expression. The air and
manner of the Indian were changed. His countenance while pleading his
suit had worn an air of supplication unusual with his race, but his
eye flashed fire at the reproof and the refusal of the priest to
sanction his love, and his manner assumed a proud dignity which it had
not before. As the dull colours of the snake, when he becomes enraged,
are succeeded by the glowing hues of the rainbow, so was the meek look
which Pomperaug had at first worn followed by one better befitting the
untamed and stern lord of the forest.

The priest and the chief parted, and Pomperaug refused to sell his
lands. He was now changed to all around him. With the white people he
held no further communication, and said little to his own people,
unless to cultivate in them a hatred of their neighbours. His whole