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"We will follow the old trail until we reach the hickory swale," Isaac was saying to the Colonel, "and then we will turn off and make for the river. Once across the Ohio we can make the trip in two days." "I think you'll make it all right," said Col. Zane. "Even if I do meet Indians I shall have no fear, for I have a protector here," answered Isaac as he led Myeerah's pony to the step.
"Say, but it was a tight squeeze! It has been a bad time for you." Nothing could have been more pleasing than Myeerah's shy yet eloquent greeting. She gave Alfred her little hand and said in her figurative style of speaking, "Myeerah is happy for you and for others. You are strong like the West Wind that never dies."
She said Myeerah's heroism in saving him should atone for all the past, and that Isaac's family would welcome her in his home.
Her infatuation for the White Eagle, the Huron name for Isaac, was an old story; it was known to all the tribes and had long ceased to be questioned. At first some of the Delawares and the Shawnee braves, who had failed to win Myeerah's love, had openly scorned her for her love for the pale face.
"On the mountain top Tarhe waited for his bride. Never wearying, ever faithful he watched many years. There he turned to stone. There he stands to-day, the Standing Stone of ages. And Smiling Moon, changed by the Great Spirit into the Night Wind, forever wails her lament at dusk through the forest trees, and moans over the mountain tops." Myeerah's story elicited cheers and praises from all.
"Is the Indian Princess pretty?" asked Betty of Isaac. "Indeed she is, Betty, almost as beautiful as you are," said Isaac. "She is tall and very fair for an Indian. But I have something to tell about her more interesting than that. Since I have been with the Wyandots this last time I have discovered a little of the jealously guarded secret of Myeerah's mother.
For a minute he remained motionless. Then he waved his hand and plunged into the thicket. Betty sighed and Alfred said: "Poor Wetzel! ever restless, ever roaming." "Hello, there!" exclaimed a gay voice. The lovers turned to see the smiling face of Isaac, and over his shoulder Myeerah's happy face beaming on them. "Alfred, you are a lucky dog.
Zane and his brothers signed the treaty, and Betty, by dint of much persuasion, prevailed on Wetzel to bury the hatchet with the Hurons. So Myeerah's love, like the love of many other women, accomplished more than years of war and bloodshed. The genial and happy smile never left Col.
A radiant white light illumined the lodge and shone full on the beautiful face of the Indian maiden who had loved him so well. Myeerah's dark eyes were bright with an undying love and her lips smiled hope. A rude kick dispelled Isaac's dreams. A brawny savage pulled him to his feet and pushed him outside of the lodge. It was early morning.
Miss Zane, your health, your happiness, in this good old wine." "I thank you," murmured Betty with downcast eyes. "I bid you all good-night. Come, Myeerah." Once more alone with Betty, the Indian girl turned to her with eyes like twin stars. "My sister has made me very happy," whispered Myeerah in her soft, low voice. "Myeerah's heart is full."
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