It certainly was no pleasant
prospect--that of having these bloodthirsty Miamis for such near
neighbors, and he expressed as much to Oonomoo.
"Won't come here--keep quiet--won't git hurt," replied the
imperturbable Huron.
Considerably relieved at this assurance, he said no more, but watched
the canoe. To his astonishment and dismay it again changed its course,
and headed directly toward the rock in front of them. He looked at his
companion, but his face was as immovable as a statue's and, determined
not to show any childish fear, he maintained his place and said no more.
Reaching the outer end of the rock, the Miamis halted for a moment or
two, when they turned down the river again, and landed about a hundred
yards below where our two friends were standing. The latter waited for
full half an hour, when, seeing and hearing nothing more of them, the
Huron resolved to obtain his canoe, and continue their journey down the
river.
"But where is it?" asked the soldier, when he announced his intention.
"Fastened out end of rock."
"May be the Miamis discovered it and have destroyed it."
"Dunno--meb' so--didn't take him 'way, dough."
"Is the water very deep?"
"Two--t'ree--twenty feet--swim dere."
As it seemed impossible to run even the most ordinary risk, the
Lieutenant felt no apprehension at all when he saw him walk down to the
water without his rifle, and wade out and commence swimming.
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