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It was still southward to the Ohio, then up that river and the Wabash to the place where Ah-mo and Edith had been separated. Here, with all their efforts, they could only learn that the white girl had been taken to the eastward into the country of the Delawares.
Ah-mo rubbed himself all over with his legs and tried his wings carefully to see if they were sound. Then he flew up from the ground and buzzed three times round little Luke's head. The little boy was not afraid. He knew that bees never sting anyone who does not hurt or frighten them, and besides, he thought the buzzing had a friendly sound to it.
It was owing to Pontiac's distrust of these allies, to whom had been intrusted the attack on Cuyler's expedition, that he had secretly sent Ah-mo and Atoka to provide for the safety of Edith Hester, rightly thinking that they could act more effectively than a larger party and at the same time attract less notice.
As soon as he reached out his hand for it again, Mee-ko began to scold more angrily than before. "Stop, let it alone, go away," he screamed. "That is queer," thought little Luke; "I wonder what is the matter with him. What can he care about the strange flower?" Just then Ah-mo the Honey Bee flew up toward little Luke and then back again to the flower.
At least it seemed only a moment to him. All at once he heard a loud hum. He opened his eyes and there was Ah-mo the Honey Bee just before his face. When Ah-mo saw that little Luke was watching him, he flew down toward the spring and lit upon a beautiful flower. Little Luke was surprised; he had not seen that flower before. It was a very beautiful flower. He leaned over and looked at it.
Don't you remember the fellows at Niagara were talking of her? As near as I could make out, she had been sent by her father to look after the ladies at the time of the attack on Cuyler's party, and was acting the part of hostess when I met them, or something of that kind." "Ah-mo," repeated Donald, meditatively, and smiling as though the name recalled a pleasant vision.
It seemed to him as if Ah-mo was trying to say, "Thank you, little boy, thank you," as well as he could. When Ah-mo had flown away, little Luke looked around to see what old Mrs. Ik-to was doing, but he could not find her. Leaving the old spider to mend her web as well as she could, little Luke got over the fence into the pasture. As he was going along he heard Mrs.
"Are you not the daughter of Two Trees, the white-haired major, and is he not the friend of Pontiac? Even now he dwells in the camp of my father." "Do you mean my father, Major Hester?" cried the bewildered girl. "Yes." "But he can't be dwelling among the enemies of the English. You must be mistaken, Ah-mo." "It is as I have said," replied the girl. "Are you then taking us to him now?" "No.
Suddenly Edith uttered a stifled scream a warm breath was on her neck, and a soft voice was whispering words of comfort in her ear: "Hush! Do not scream. Do not fear. You shall be saved. I am Ah-mo, daughter of Pontiac, the great chief, sent by my father to see that you are not harmed. Now I will take you away. It is not safe for you longer to remain in this place. There. Do not rise.
But this time there was something besides a fly in the trap. Ah-mo the Honey Bee had blundered, into the web and was trying hard to get away. Old Mrs. Ik-to was greatly excited. She was not sure whether she wanted bee meat for dinner or not. She knew very well that bees are stronger than flies and that they carry a dreadful spear with a poisoned point. Mrs.
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