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"And who gave the bold heart and strong arm to Huttamoiden?" "It was the mighty Obbatinuua, whose name men say is still mentioned in the song on the great fresh water lakes." "He had two sons?" "Huttamoiden and" He stopped as if unwilling to pronounce the name, and turned with a gesture of contempt from his mother. Peéna supplied the omission. "Ohquamehud," she said.
After a few days the warriors returned in triumph, bringing with them many scalps, but no prisoner, except a little boy, saved by her husband, Huttamoiden. He delivered the child to her, and having none herself, she soon learned to love it as her own.
Ohquamehud's face darkened as he said: "The arts of the Longbeard have blown a cloud between me and my kindred, so that they cannot see me, and it is time my feet were turned towards the setting sun." "It is the fire-water that puts out the eyes of Ohquamehud, and makes him forget what he owes to the wife of Huttamoiden," exclaimed the boy, with suppressed passion.
"The hands of my sister have not lost their skill, but Ohquamehud is not hungry." "Ohquamehud is a warrior, and Peéna is but a weak woman, and he will not be angry," she added, hesitatingly. The Indian waved his hand, with dignity, as if inviting her to proceed. "Ohquamehud sees the heart of his sister, and he knows that it loves him, for he is the brother of Huttamoiden.
Huttamoiden described to her with that particularity which marks the description of natural objects by an Indian, whose habits of life in the forest compel him to a close observation, the situation of the log-hut from which the child was taken, the hut itself before which leaped a mountain stream, the appearance of the unfortunate woman who was murdered, and the desperate resistance of the master of the cabin, who, at the time, was supposed to have perished in the flames, but was afterwards known by the name of Onontio as the scourge and terror of the tribe which had destroyed his family.
The young cub that sprung from the loins of Huttamoiden had already put on his moccasins for the Spirit land, and the tears of Peéna were falling fast when the Long Beard came to her wigwam. And he stretched his arms over the boy and asked of the Great Spirit that he might stay to lead his mother by the hand when she should be old and blind, and to pluck the thorns from her feet.
"Mother," said the boy, gravely, as if he thought it incumbent on him to justify his conduct, "listen. The hearts of Obbatinuua and of Huttamoiden both beat in my bosom. They tell me that the son should remember the glory of his father.
The blood of Huttamoiden runs in these veins." The explanation was perfectly natural, and whatever suspicion had arisen in Holden's mind vanished.
With this view, the moment she was alone with her son, she seized the opportunity to speak on the subject of her alarm. But, first she thought it necessary to reprove him for his feelings towards his uncle. "Whose blood," she inquired, "flows in the veins of Quadaquina?" "It is the blood of Huttamoiden," answered the boy, erecting his head, and drawing himself up proudly.
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