"Fluellina will wait and will pray for Oonomoo and for them."

"Oonomoo will pray for himself, and his arm will be strong, for he
fights none but warriors."

"And Niniotan will grow up like him; he will be a brave warrior who, I
pray, will take no scalp from the head of his foe."

"What think the missionary of Niniotan?"

"He finds that the blood of Oonomoo flows strong in his veins. His eye
burns, and his breast pants when he hears of the great deeds his father
has performed, and he prays that he may go with him upon the war-path."

"He shall accompany him shortly. He can aim the rifle, and his feet
are like those of the deer. He shall be a man whose name shall make
the Shawnee warriors tremble in their lodges."

"Shall he be a merciful warrior?" asked Fluellina, looking up in the
face of the Huron.

"Like his father, shall he be. He shall slay none but men in rightful
combat, and no scalp shall ever adorn his lodge. He must drink in the
words of the Moravian missionary."

"He does, but his heart is young. He will be valiant and merciful, but
he longs to emulate the deeds of Oonomoo--his father."

"I will teach him to emulate what Oonomoo will do, not what he has
done."

"He counts the scalps that hang in our lodge, and wonders why they do
not increase. He gazes long and often upon those which you tore years
ago from the heads of the two chiefs, and I know he burns to gain a
trophy for himself."

"Has Fluellina the choicest food these forests can afford?"

"The eye of Niniotan is sure, and his mother never wants."

"He must not wander from the island, else his young arm may be
overpowered by the Shawnees or Miamis. They would know he was the son
of Oonomoo, and through the son murder the father and mother."

"Fluellina loves but three--Oonomoo, Niniotan, and," she added,
reverentially raising her eyes to heaven, "the Great Spirit who is so
kind to her."

"And Oonomoo loves him," added the Huron, in his deep, bass voice. "In
the hunting-grounds beyond the sun, he and Fluellina and Niniotan will
again live together on some green island in the forest, where the
buffalo and deer wander in bands of thousands."

"And where Delaware, Mingo, Chippewa, Miami, Ottawa, Pottawatomie,
Shawnee, Huron, and the white man shall be brothers, and war against
each other no more."

The Huron made no reply, for the words of his wife had awakened a train
of reflection to which he had been a stranger. The though