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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Listen, Loskiel! I knew it! No one has told me. I have sat here all the day alone, making my steel bright and my paint fresher, and singing to myself my people's songs. And ever as I sat at the lodge door, something in the summer wind mocked at me and whispered to me of demons.
Water might dry on them in an hour or less. These drops were nearly dry, save one or two where the sun made them shine." "A careless paddle-stroke did it," I said in a low voice. "No Indian is careless." "What do you mean by that?" "I mean, Loskiel, that the boulder was splashed purposely, or that there are white men in that canoe." "Splashed purposely?" I said, bewildered. "Perhaps.
He grumbled for a while below his breath, then: "Yes, sir! Sheer beauty by the roadside yonder in ragged ribbons and a withered rose. Only such Puritans as you perceive it not." After a silence, and as we entered the gateway to the manor house: "I swear she wore no paint, Loskiel whatever she is like enough to be." "Good heavens!" said I. "Are you brooding on her still?"
"I am Roya-neh!" said the Grey-Feather. "What wisdom counsels I understand, He who would wear the scaly girdle must first know where the fangs lie buried.... But to hear the Antouhonoran scalp-yelp, and to turn one's back, is very hard, O my friend, Loskiel." The Night-Hawk controlled his youthful features, forcing a merry smile as my eye fell on him. "Koue!" he exclaimed softly.
Major Parr came and talked with us for a few minutes, and went away convinced that Butler's people lay watching us across the creek. Ensign Chambers came a-mincing through the woods, a-whisking the snuff from his nose with the only laced hanker in the army; and: "Dear me!" says he. "Do you really think we shall have a battle, Loskiel? How very interesting and enjoyable it will be."
Presently the Siwanois checked me and whispered: "Yonder squats your Wyandotte sentinel." "Where? I can not see him." "On that flat rock by the deep water, seeming a part of it." "Are you certain?" "Yes, Loskiel." "You saw him move?" "No. But a Siwanois of the Magic Clan makes nothing of darkness. He sees where he chooses to see. "Mayaro," said I, "what do you make of this Wyandotte?"
But I knew he had seen me somewhere, and preferred not to admit it. Indian caution, thought I, and I said: "Is my brother Siwanois or Mohican?" A cunning expression came into his features: "If a Siwanois marries a Mohican woman, of what nation are the children, my new brother, Loskiel?"
It is stated in Tanner's narrative, that the Indians hold it to be criminal for a man to marry a woman whose totem is the same as his own; and they relate instances where young men, for a violation of this rule, have been put to death by their nearest relatives. Loskiel, in his history of the Moravian missions, says, the Delawares and Iroquois never marry near relatives.
But my lantern still glimmered, and I went up to the splintered door and rapped. Lois opened it, her knitting gathered in her hand, and stood aside for me to enter. At first, so dusky was the room that I perceived no other occupant beside ourselves. Then Lois said: "Mrs. Rannock, Mr. Loskiel, of whom I spoke at supper, is to be made known to you."
He lay silent for a few moments, then: "What a mortifying business was that at the Tioga fort," he said under his breath. "The entire garrison saw it, did they not, Loskiel? Colonel Shreve and all?" "Yes, I fear so," "It will be common gossip tomorrow," he said bitterly. "What a miserable affair to happen to an officer of Morgan's!" "A sad affair," I said. "It will come to her ears, no doubt.
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