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Title: Oonomoo the Huron

Author: Edward S. Ellis

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OONOMOO THE HURON

by

EDWARD S. ELLIS

Author of "The Trail-Hunter," "Hunter's Cabin," etc.

New York
Hurst & Company
Publishers
Copyright, 1911, by Hurst & Company.

CONTENTS.

CHAPTER

I. Hans Vanderbum
II. Other Characters
III. Oonomoo and the Shawnees
IV. The Young Lieutenant and Cato
V. The Home of the Huron
VI. Adventures on the Way
VII. The Plan for the Rescue
VIII. The Exploit of Hans Vanderbum
IX. A New Danger
X. Conclusion

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

"Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock, ain't you got dat cooked?"

A girl, fifteen or sixteen years of age, seated on the ground, beside a
squaw.

Mary Prescott.

"If you don't want to be killed, get up," said the young officer.

"Niniotan, my son, is late."

"You have saved me, and I want to grasp your hand for it."

But Oonomoo and the Miami had whipped out their knives.

So terrible did the exasperated Huron appear, that the entire party of
Shawnees paused out of sheer horror.

Niniotan stood like a statue, his arms folded and his stony gaze fixed
upon the senseless forms of his parents.

OONOMOO, THE HURON.

CHAPTER I.

HANS VANDERBUM.

The mountain's sides
Are flecked with gleams of light and spots of shade;
Here, golden sunshine spreads in mellow rays, and there,
Stretching across its hoary breast, deep shadows lurk.
A stream, with many a turn, now lost to sight,
And then, again revealed, winds through the vale,
Shimmering in the earl