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Little Luke reached over and seized the flower. The stem was strong and he pulled it up, root and all. He put it to his nose. Its odor was strangely sweet. From the broken stem some clear juice oozed out upon his hand. Ah-mo the Honey Bee flew down and sipped it. Then he rose and began to buzz around little Luke's head.
At the highest point of the carry the pathway, barely wide enough for the passage of two persons, skirted the very brink of the awful precipice over which thundered the cataract. Here Donald came suddenly face to face with a slight figure, bending beneath a burden, whom he instantly recognized as Ah-mo, the daughter of Pontiac.
The girl flushed, glanced about her indignantly, and finally as Edith and Donald began to move away, said in a low tone to her companion: "Let us go. They have no thought for us. We are no longer wanted." So they disappeared; and when, a little later, Donald came back in eager search for Ah-mo and Atoka, they were nowhere to be found nor could he gain any information concerning them.
"How did your father know of our coming, and why did he send you to care for us?" she asked at length. "My father is a great chief, and his eyes are everywhere," answered Ah-mo, proudly. "He sent me and Atoka, my brother, because he feared you might come to harm at the hands of the Wyandots." "But why should he be particularly interested in our welfare, more than in that of others?"
"Though, had I known the nature of the errand that caused your absence, my anxiety for your return had been doubled many times. Now I have to bless you and thank you for your brave care of my dear girl, who has, all unknown to me, passed through so many recent perils." "Then you knew Ah-mo before, papa!" exclaimed Edith; "and all this time she never told me."
They say she once saved him from the stake or something of the kind, and that he has her monogram tattooed on his arm, don't you know? Romantic, awfully." Out on a broad veranda, from which they could see a flood of moon silver flecking the waters of the bay, Donald was asking Ah-mo many questions. How did she happen to be there? Where had she come from? Why had he not known of her arrival sooner?
"So that is Edith's mystery!" cried Donald, who had tried in vain to find out who was to act in that capacity on the morrow. "Possibly," assented Ah-mo, with the dear rippling laugh that had haunted the young ensign ever since he first heard it on the far-away Detroit. "And now, Mr. Hester, that " "Mister Hester? It was not Mister Hester on the banks of the Wisconsin, Ah-mo."
Only Ah-mo remained cheerfully hopeful and ever urged the others to fresh efforts. At length, in September, they learned the startling news that a great English army was descending the Ohio from Fort Pitt, and that its commander, Colonel Bouquet, had summoned all the Indians of that region to meet him on the Muskingum.
He knew that the bees would settle down in the hive and soon feel at home and begin to gather honey. And so they did. But Sam the hired man was stung several times. One of his eyes swelled shut and one of his cheeks looked as if he had the toothache. "Why did your friends sting Sam?" asked little Luke the next day of his friend Ah-mo the Honey Bee. "Oh," answered Ah-mo, "he was too rough.
The bee people have sharp tempers and ever since they got stings they are apt to use them when they get angry." "Got stings!" exclaimed the little boy. "Didn't the bee people always have stings?" "Oh, no," answered Ah-mo; "not always." "How did they get them?" asked little Luke. "Tell me about it." "Long, long ago, when the world was new," said Ah-mo, "the bee folk had no stings.
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