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Updated: June 16, 2025
It should have been remarked that previous to this, Petawanaquat had modified his own costume. His leggings were fringed with scalp-locks; he had painted his face, and stuck a bunch of feathers in his hair, and a gay firebag and a tomahawk were thrust under his belt behind. "Ho!" he exclaimed, with a look of satisfaction, "now Tony is Tonyquat, and Petawanaquat is his father!"
Next morning, a little after sunrise, the twinkle of bells, the yelping of dogs, and the cracking of whips were heard. Petawanaquat and Tony had just time to step out of the tent when a cariole, somewhat in the form of a slipper-bath, drawn by four dogs, dashed up to the door. The dogs, being fresh and young, took to fighting.
This seemed so palpable a truth that the Indian nodded several times, and grinned fiendishly. "Do Christians swear, an' drink, and fight, and get angry till the blood makes the face blue, and strike with the fist?" asked Petawanaquat.
There was enough of righteous indignation in Victor's bosom to have consumed Petawanaquat, and ground enough to justify the fiercest resolves. Was not the kidnapper a redskin a low, mean, contemptible savage? Was not the kidnapped one his brother his "own" brother? And such a brother! One of a thousand, with mischief enough in him, if rightly directed, to make half a dozen ordinary men!
Of course they lost much time, and they knew that Petawanaquat must be rapidly increasing the distance between them, but they trusted to his travelling more leisurely when he felt secure from pursuit, and to his being delayed somewhat by Tony, whom it was obvious he had carried for long distances at a stretch.
"Will they take me to my own father?" cried Tony, forgetting his role in the excitement of the moment. "Petawanaquat has said that the white strangers travel towards the setting sun. Red River lies in the direction of the rising sun. Would Tonyquat like to go with white strangers into the mountains?"
Unlike ordinary seed, it bore fruit during the winter, and that fruit ripened into action in the spring. "Tonyquat," said the red man one morning, after much of the snow had left the ground, "your Indian father intends to start on a long journey to-morrow." "Petawanaquat," replied Tony, "your white-faced son is ready to follow."
Tony gave him one scared look and was about to utter an appalling yell, when a red hand covered his mouth and another red hand half throttled him. Petawanaquat bundled the poor child into the bottom of his canoe, wrapped a leather coat round his head, spread a buffalo robe over him, gave him a smart rap on the head to keep him quiet, and paddled easily out into the stream.
He has tasted revenge. It is sweet, but the Indian has discovered a new fountain. The old white father thirsts for his child. The Great Spirit has taught Petawanaquat that forgiveness is sweeter than revenge." He stopped abruptly. Victor still looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Once he says a thing he sticks to it, even though it should be to his own disadvantage." "That's bad, Victor, very bad. It will raise ill-blood between them, and estrange our families. You think there's no chance?" "None whatever." "One more word before we part. Do you know much about that redskin whom your father called Petawanaquat?"
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