It was about noon when he reached his own wigwam. He looked in, and
seeing that the fish had been cooked and was ready, told his wife that
he didn't feel very hungry and he guessed he would take a short walk
for his health. She, however, ordered him at once to take his place
inside and eat his dinner. The henpecked husband dared not refuse, and
he was accordingly compelled to take part in the meal, while constantly
occupied in thinking that the Huron was waiting for him; but, as
patience is one of the cardinal virtues of the North American Indian,
Hans was sure of finding him at the rendezvous upon his return.
Some twenty minutes later, Hans Vanderbum was at the tree, where he had
first caught sight of Oonomoo. It was not long before the latter came
from his concealment, and, after exchanging words upon unimportant
subjects, for the purpose of concealing his curiosity, he inquired in
regard to Miss Prescott.
"She tells me to tell you dat she's dere, and is hopeful, and ain't
hurt, and hopes you won't hurt yourself to git her away."
"Oonomoo won't hurt his self--Shawnee won't hurt Oonomoo--he git gal
away too."
"Oh, I like for to forgot. She tells me 'bout Lieutenant Canfield de
same as she tells you. Will you see him?"
"See him dis mornin'--waitin' in woods fur me--see him 'gin--tell what
gal said."
"I'm glad for to hear it, Oonomoo. I shpose you'll be back this way
ag'in one dese days.
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