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Knowing, however, that it must be concealed somewhere in the vicinity, he remarked, as they withdrew again into the wood: "How is it, Oonomoo, that you have your canoe in every part of the country? You must be the owner of quite a fleet." "And I suppose you find occasion to use them all?" "Use 'em all.
"Was dat you on de tree out dere?" "Yeh, me Oonomoo out dere on log." "And did you make dem pieces of bark to come swimming down by me?" "Yeh, me made 'em." "And shtirred de water wid yer hand and moved de limb?" "Yeh, Oonomoo do all dat." "I shpose you wanted to see me?" "Yeh, wanted to see you want talk wid you," said the Huron, motioning for Hans to follow him.
Everything being arranged, Hans Vanderbum took his departure, and Oonomoo, the soldier and negro commenced the long, weary hours of waiting. Hans Vanderbum loitered on his way back to the village, to avoid giving the impression to any who might chance to see him that there was anything unusual upon his mind.
The latter opened her languid eyes, which instantly brightened as she recognized her noble friend, and said in a low, sweet voice, speaking English perfectly: "I am glad you have come, father. Oonomoo and Fluellina are dying. We want you to smooth the way for us to the Bright Land." "The way is already smoothed, my child, so that your feet can tread it. Can I do anything to relieve your pain?"
Upon leaving the Huron, Hans Vanderbum hurried toward the village, as rapidly as the peculiar structure of his body would allow. As has been remarked, he was well acquainted with Oonomoo, knowing him to be a faithful ally of his race. He was anxious, therefore, to show his friendship to the savage.
At first he determined not to answer, thinking his friend had been compelled to betray him by his captors. A moment's reflection, however, convinced him that such could not be the case. "Canfiel'! Canfiel'!" "What do you want, Oonomoo?" "Go down bank wait for us Miami won't hurt." The young soldier did as he requested, and the next moment saw the two canoes put out from the rock.
"She tells me to tell you dat she's dere, and is hopeful, and ain't hurt, and hopes you won't hurt yourself to git her away." "Oonomoo won't hurt his self Shawnee won't hurt Oonomoo he git gal away too." "Oh, I like for to forgot. She tells me 'bout Lieutenant Canfield de same as she tells you. Will you see him?" "See him dis mornin' waitin' in woods fur me see him 'gin tell what gal said."
"What ye 'scussin' ob my name for?" called out the negro, who had caught a word or two of the last remark. "Stop noise," commanded Oonomoo, peremptorily. "Hebens, golly! ain't dem two talkin', and can't I frow in an obserwashun once in a while, eh?" "Dey love talk sweet you nigger and don't love!" "Oh, dat's de difference, am it? Well, den, I forefwif proceeds all for to cease making remarks.
The prisoner kept back the joyful exclamation that came to her lips, and said: "Tell him that I am unharmed and hopeful, and trust that while he interests himself in me, he will not run into danger." "Not run into danger!" repeated Hans Vanderbum; "dat is what Oonomoo lives on. He'd die in a week if he wan't into danger, out of grief.
Falling a rod or so in the rear, the Lieutenant took the willing hand of his betrothed, and said: "Tell me, dear Mary, of your captivity of all that happened to you since they took you from your home." The girl proceeded to relate what is already known to the reader, adding that but for the friendship of Hans Vanderbum and Oonomoo, she never would have hoped to escape from her captivity.
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