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This calm moonlight night, the clear sky and the deep, silent wood, is enough to make any person thoughtful; but it must have required something more than ordinary to impress you thus." "Saw Fluellina to-day, Oonomoo's wife."
The Huron had scarcely landed, when his quick ear detected a suspicious sound. He glanced furtively around. Nothing, however, was seen, although his apprehensions of the proximity of his foes had assumed a certainty. Without pausing in the least, he instantly took the back trail, Fluellina being close behind him, and Niniotan bringing up the rear.
This was the retreat and home of Oonomoo, the friendly Huron, where his wife, Fluellina, and son, Niniotan, dwelt, which was regularly visited by him, and where he frequently spent days, enjoying the sweets of home. No living person besides these three knew of its existence.
Fluellina looked at her husband a moment, with her face lit up by a strange expression. Then, as she read the determination impressed upon his countenance, and knew the sacredness with which he regarded his pledged word, she sunk down on her knees, and clasping her hands, turned her dark, soulful eyes to heaven and uttered the one exclamation: "Great Spirit, I thank thee!"
Oonomoo lay flat upon his back, breathing heavily, while the copious pools of blood around him showed how numerous and severe were his wounds. Lieutenant Canfield lifted his head, while the missionary supported Fluellina.
Fluellina received the embrace of her husband with a radiant countenance, and she seemed overflowing with joy as she looked up in his own glowing face. Taking her fondly by the hand, he led her a few yards away, where he seated her upon a half-imbedded rock and placed himself beside her. A glance at the two would have shown that there was no considerable difference in their ages.
"No Fluellina, his mother, send him in big hurry to Oonomoo been huntin' all day jes' found us." "No trouble, I trust?" "Tell in de mornin' mus' walk fas' now don't talk much git to settlement quick as can. Take gal's hand lead her fast."
He had never taken the scalp of a white man, and would promise never to harm any being except the Shawnees; but, toward them his feelings must be those of the deadliest enmity. The sweet instruction, too, of the gentle Fluellina had not been lost entirely upon him.
"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."
"When has Fluellina seen the Moravian missionary?" he asked, as she reseated herself beside him. "But a short time since. He inquired of Oonomoo." "Oonomoo will visit him soon." "Can he not go with Fluellina to-day?"
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