em to you some day, when you
have time to hear them, as well as those of young Nik-ka-no-chee, a
Seminole.

_Austin._ We will not forget to remind you of your promise. It will be
capital to listen to these histories.

_Hunter._ When I saw _Wa-saw-me-saw_, or "the roaring thunder," the
youngest son of Black Hawk, he was in captivity. _Nah-se-us-kuk_, "the
whirling thunder," his eldest son, was a fine looking man, beautifully
formed, with a spirit like that of a lion. There was a war called The
Black Hawk war, and Black Hawk was the leader and conductor of it; and
one of his most famous warriors was _Wah-pe-kee-suck_, or "white
cloud;" he was, however, as often called The Prophet as the White
Cloud. _Pam-a-ho_, "the swimmer;" _Wah-pa-ko-las-kak_, "the track of
the bear;" and _Pash-ce-pa-ho_, "the little stabbing chief;" were, I
think, all three of them warriors of Black Hawk.

_Basil._ The Little Stabbing Chief! He must be a very dangerous fellow
to go near, if we may judge by his name: keep away from him, Austin,
if you go to the Sacs.

_Austin._ Oh! he would never think of stabbing me. I should behave
well to all the tribes, and then I dare say they would all of them
behave well to me. You have not said any thing of the Crow Indians.

_Hunter._ I forget who was at the head of the Crows, though I well
remember several of the warriors among them. They were tall,
well-proportioned, and dressed with a great deal of taste and care.
_Pa-ris-ka-roo-pa_, called "the two crows," had a head of hair that
swept the ground after him as he walked along.

_Austin._ What do you think of that, Basil? No doubt the Crows are
fine fellows. Please to mention two or three more.

_Hunter._ Let me see; there was _Ee-hee-a-duck-chee-a_, or "he who
binds his hair before;" and _Ho-ra-to-ah_, "a warrior;" and
_Chah-ee-chopes_, "the four wolves;" the hair of these was as long as
that of Pa-ris-ka-roo-pa. Though they were very tall,
Ee-hee-a-duck-chee-a being at least six feet high, the hair of each of
them reached and rested on the ground.

_Austin._ When I go among the Indians, the Crows shall not be
forgotten by me. I shall have plenty to tell you of, Brian, when I
come back.

_Brian._ Yes, if you ever do come back; but what with the sea, and the
rivers, and the swamps, and the bears, and the buffaloes, you are sure
to get killed. You will never tell us about the Crows, or about any
thing else.

_Hunter._ There was one of the Crows