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Updated: June 15, 2025
It was then that I first saw them. I stood on the shore with a very sickness from laughter in all my bones." Here he ceased talking, for Fish-Carrier and Wampum had broken into such bursts of merriment that Fire-Flower was compelled to join them. "Oh, that I could have seen them, that I could have seen it all!" moaned Fish-Carrier between gasps.
It was Fire-Flower who spoke first, touching the boy's hand. Wampum started, as if from a dream. "Boy," said the old hunter, "I have seen no man so brave." Wampum shuddered. "My uncle," he said proudly, "I have lived among brave people, but " here he shuddered again, for he was only a boy, after all. "Oh, how black their eyes were, and how they hated me!"
"That must have been a thing to make men laugh for many moons." But Wampum said nothing; it was not the etiquette of his race that he should join in the talk of older men, unasked, but he, too, gulped down his uproarious laughter while Fire-Flower proceeded. "The black bear was getting the best of them, for the beating on the head maddened him.
"I value all this wisdom I can learn from my own people." "And where do you go now, Wampum?" asked Fire-Flower. "Will you not stay and learn more wise things? You are brave, and we like you to hear us talk." "And your talk is good," replied the boy, smiling. "You make me feel like the laughing loon bird, when you tell your tales and smile and laugh yourselves. But I must leave you.
"I don't like their hideous idol, and some day I hope to see it cut down," he added earnestly. "Then it will be a brave man who will do it," asserted Fire-Flower. "The Delawares are a fierce tribe. Their eyes are too black. They cannot be trusted. We Mohawks are brave, but I know of none who would dare cut down that idol." "I hope the Black Coat* won't try it himself," said Fish-Carrier.
"Fought, killed each other, until the island ran with blood redder than that sunset, and the sea-water about it was stained flame color it was then, my people say, that the scarlet fire-flower was first seen growing along this coast." "It is a beautiful color the fire-flower," I said.
True, they were not now telling their boastful but harmless tales of mighty hunting and prowess, but their friendly faces still looked laughter-loving and genial, and Wampum moved quickly towards them. "I did not know you ever came here," he said. "Not often," said Fire-Flower. "But you said you were to bring the missionary, so we came."
They had worshipped a living God, not a wooden one, and the boy turned in sadness, and some horror, from the spectacle of these idolatrous Delawares. Then his eyes lighted with pleasure, for there, near the door, stood Fire-Flower and Fish-Carrier.
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