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Thus reassured Myeerah allowed Betty to lead her down stairs. Isaac had gone ahead and was waiting at the door. The big room was brilliantly lighted with pine knots. Mrs. Zane was arranging the dishes on the table. Old Sam and Annie were hurrying to and fro from the kitchen. Col. Zane had just come up the cellar stairs carrying a mouldy looking cask.
I am anxious to get there before Girty or some of his agents." "Well, if you must go, good luck to you, and may we meet again." "It will not be long, I am sure. And, old man," he continued, with a bright smile, "when Myeerah and I come again to Ft. Henry we expect to find all well with you. Cheer up, and good-bye."
"But you see, I have never been satisfied or contented in captivity, I wanted nothing but to be free." "In other words, you were blind," remarked Alfred, smiling at Isaac. "Yes, Alfred, was. And I imagine had you been in my place you would have discovered the beauty and virtue of my Princess long before I did. Nevertheless, please do not favor Myeerah with so many admiring glances.
Silas was the only one of the family who was not utterly depressed. He said it could have been a great deal worse; that they must make the best of it, and that the sooner Isaac married his Indian Princess the better for his scalp and for the happiness of all concerned. "I remember Myeerah very well," he said. "It was eight years ago, and she was only a child.
"Why does the paleface hide like a fox near the camp of Cornplanter?" "He ran away. He lost the trail to the Fort on the river." "Cornplanter takes prisoners to kill; not to free." "If you will not give him up Myeerah will take him," she answered, pointing to the long line of mounted warriors. "And should harm befall Tarhe's daughter it will be avenged." Cornplanter looked at Thundercloud.
Did anybody ever see anything to beat that? Four wonderful babies! Mother, here's your Daniel if you'd only named him Eb! Silas, come for Silas junior, bad boy that he is. Isaac, take your Indian princess; ah! little Myeerah with the dusky face. Woe be to him who looks into those eyes when you come to age.
Myeerah tried hard to win your love, and when you ran away from her she was proud for a long time. But there was no singing of birds, no music of the waters, no beauty in anything after you left her. Life became unbearable without you. Then Myeerah remembered that she was a daughter of kings. She summoned the bravest and greatest warriors of two tribes and said to them.
You see, if I marry Myeerah the Hurons will allow me every liberty." "Well, that puts a different light on the subject." "Oh, how I wish you and Jonathan could have seen Thundercloud and his two hundred warriors ride into Cornplanter's camp. It was magnificent! The braves were all crowded near the stake where I was bound. The fire had been lighted.
Surely she could not have trailed you?" "Will you tell us?" said Isaac to Myeerah. "A bird sang it to me," answered Myeerah. "She will never tell, that is certain," said Isaac. "And for that reason I believe Simon Girty got word to her that I was in the hands of Cornplanter. At the last moment when the Indians were lashing me to the stake Girty came to me and said he must have been too late."
"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."
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