She was a mild, dove-eyed creature, a number of
years younger than her husband, whom she loved almost to adoration, and
for whom she would not have hesitated to lay down her life at any
moment. She had had another child--a boy, born two years before
Niniotan, but he had died when but six years of age, and was buried in
the clear depths of the water which surrounded his home.
Regularly every month, Fluellina, accompanied by her son, visited a
Moravian missionary who dwelt with his family on the site of the once
flourishing station of Gnadenhutten, where, in 1782, was enacted one of
the darkest episodes in American history. It was here the infamous
monster, Colonel Williamson, murdered the one hundred Moravian
Indians--a crime for which it seems a just God would have smitten him
and his followers to the earth. Here this faithful Huron woman and her
son received instruction in holy things from the aged missionary--a
white man who alone knew the relation which she bore to the famous
Huron, Oonomoo, and who never betrayed it to his dying day. By this
means, her regular visits were rendered safe and free from the
annoyance of being watched--an exemption she never could have had, had
any one else suspected the truth.
Fluellina succeeded in inducing her husband to visit this missionary on
several occasions, when he proved an attentive listener to the aged
disciple of God. He took in every doctrine and subscribed to every
truth except one--that of loving his enemies.
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