he setting sun without becoming weary."

"We know our brother is brave and fleet of foot. His Miami friends
will carry him far upon his journey, and when he wishes to go through
the woods, they will leave him upon the shore."

Oonomoo could not decline this kind offer. Simply to show in a small
degree their friendship for him, the Miamis insisted upon carrying him
in their canoe as far as he wished, landing him upon the bank whenever
it was his desire that they should do so. The Miamis being allies of
the Shawnees, and on their way to join one of their war-parties, they
could not (even on account of their peculiar relations with the Huron)
act as their enemies in any way; consequently the Huron did not expect
or ask their assistance. But while they were prevented from aiding him
in the least, in his attempt to rescue the captive, the claims which he
had upon their gratitude were such, that he well knew they would
carefully avoid throwing any obstacle in his way, and would act as
neutrals throughout the affair, believing, however, that it was not
inconsistent with such a profession to carry him even in sight of the
Shawnee village itself. Beyond that it would be as if these five
Miamis were a thousand miles distant.

All this time, it may well be supposed, that Lieutenant Canfield was no
uninterested spectator of the interview between his Huron friend and
the Miamis. When they made their appearance upon the rock, he believed
that Oonomoo had been captured. He was about to seek his own safety in
flight, but he was struck by the apparently good feeling of the
conference. Their words being in the Miami tongue, he could not
distinguish their meaning, but from their sound, judged them to be
friendly in their nature. Still, there could be no certainty, and he
was in a torment of doubt, when he was startled by hearing the Huron
call his name. At first he determined not to answer, thinking his
friend had been compelled to betray him by his captors. A moment's
reflection, however, convinced him that such could not be the case.

"Canfiel'! Canfiel'!"

"What do you want, Oonomoo?"

"Go down bank--wait for us--Miami won't hurt."

The young soldier did as he requested, and the next moment saw the two
canoes put out from the rock. In the first were the four Miamis, and
in the second Oonomoo and Heigon, the latter using the paddle. They
touched a point on the shore about a hundred yards down-stream, almost
at the