"
"Oonomoo will visit him soon."
"Can he not go with Fluellina to-day?"
"When the sun is yonder," replied the Huron, pointing to a place which
it would reach in about half an hour, "he must go, and when the sun
sinks in the west, he must be many miles from here."
"When will he return again?"
"He cannot tell. He goes to befriend the white man and maid who is in
the hands of the Shawnees."
"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.
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