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Boyd still brooded over his letter, the red firelight bathing his face to the temples. After a long while he raised his eyes, saw me looking at him, stared at me for a moment, then quietly extended the letter toward me. "You wish me to read it?" I asked. "Yes, read it, Loskiel, before I burn it," he said drearily. "I do not desire to have it discovered on my body after death."
For it is true, Loskiel, that those who dream wield heavy influences among all Indians and among the Iroquois in particular. Yet, with all this, I doubt not that, if she truly be alive, her life hangs by a single thread, ever menaced by the bloody knife of Amochol." "I can not understand," said I, "why she sent out no appeal during her long captivity.
"And while Guy Johnson was at Edward, only he and I and your mother ever saw or touched you.... And ever you were tracing with your baby fingers the great Ghost Bear rearing on my breast " "Ah!" I exclaimed sharply. "That is what I have struggled to remember!" He drew a deep, unsteady breath: "Do you better understand our blood-brotherhood now, Loskiel?" "I understand profoundly." "That is well.
Of what my brother Loskiel and this strange maiden did under the Oneida Dancers and the Belt of Tamanund, Mayaro has no knowledge." Why should he lie? I did not know.
But his honest Stockbridge Indians know no more of Catharines-town than do the converted Oneidas yonder." Boyd nodded: "I prophesy they quit us one and all within an arrow-flight of Wyalusing. Do you take me, Loskiel?" "No, you are right," I said. "The fear of the Long House chains them, and their long servitude has worn like fetters to their very bones.
"So hot and yet so young!" said Buell, laughing, "and after a long trail, too " glancing at my Indians, "and another in view already! But you were ever an uncompromising youngster, Loskiel." "Your regiment has marched for Canajoharie," I said. "When do you go a-tagging after it?" "This evening with the headquarter's guide, Heoikim, and the express rider, James Cooke. Lord, what a dreary business!"
"Etho!" he exclaimed, bluntly, springing to his feet behind the nearer trees, regardless whether or not the stranger saw him. "Go forward now, Loskiel. This is a fool's business and badly begun. Now, let a white man's wisdom finish it." I, too, had risen in surprise, stepping backward also, in order that the trees might screen me.
And, at once, I knew that I should also speak to her, there in the storm, and answer her her question." "And did you do so?" "Yes, Loskiel. I said to her: 'Little sad rosy-throated pigeon of the woods, the vale Yndaia lies by a hidden river in the West. Some call it Catharines-town." I shook my head, perplexed, and understanding nothing. "Yndaia? Did you say Yndaia, Mayaro?"
Or is it to give that she may render all?" "Yes, honestly to give. Not to take." "And yet you know her not, Loskiel." "But I shall know her yet! She has so promised. If she is friendless, she shall be our friend. For you and I are one, O Sagamore! If she is cold, naked, or hungry, we will build for her a fire, and cover her, and give her meat.
"How could you know before you saw me and I had once made plain my business?" "Birds come and go; but eagles see their natal nest once more before they die." "I do not understand you, Mayaro." He made no answer. "Merely to hear my name from this child's lips, you say you guessed my business with you?" "Surely, Loskiel surely. It was all done by magic.
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