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Updated: June 4, 2025
One would suppose she would have remained with her powerful protectors, but it may be she feared the demoralization around her, to which, in spite of the efforts of the benevolent to the contrary, so many of her fated race fell victims, and preferred to expose Quadaquina to the perils of savage life, rather than to the tender mercies of civilization.
"Peace, Quadaquina," said his mother. "Ohquamehud is not now the slave of the fire-water. Go," she added, detecting, with a mother's sagacity, the tumult in the mind of the high-spirited boy, "and return not until thou hast tamed thine anger. Wolves dwell not in the cabin of Peéna." The boy, with downcast eyes, and obedient to his mother, left the hut.
He noticed, however, that when Quadaquina came in, his mother made no inquiry into the cause which had detained him beyond the hour of the evening meal, and this confirmed the suspicions that were floating in his mind.
"O, Manito, thanks! The heart of Ohquamehud is strong. When he journeys towards the setting sun, his feet shall bound like those of a deer, for the scalp of Onontio will hang at his girdle." He glided into the woods and disappeared, ignorant that any one had been a witness of his actions. But, Quadaquina, from an evergreen thicket, had watched all his motions.
With this view, the moment she was alone with her son, she seized the opportunity to speak on the subject of her alarm. But, first she thought it necessary to reprove him for his feelings towards his uncle. "Whose blood," she inquired, "flows in the veins of Quadaquina?" "It is the blood of Huttamoiden," answered the boy, erecting his head, and drawing himself up proudly.
"What does a child like Quadaquina, mean by wandering so far in the dark away from its mother?" demanded Ohquamehud. "Quadaquina is no longer a child," answered the boy, "to need his mother. He runs about, like a squirrel, in the woods, whenever he please." "Quah! He is more like a bird, and it is to take lessons from the whipperwill, that he comes into the woods."
It was now a question of endurance between them, and it is probable that both would have perished, had not an unexpected actor appeared upon the scene. The boy Quadaquina had been watching Ohquamehud. Like a trained blood-hound, he had kept faithfully on the track and scarcely let the Indian out of sight until he, came near the village.
Quadaquina stepped back, and from the loose stones lying round, picked up one as large as he could lift, and going to the edge, dropped it full upon the head of Ohquamehud. The Indian instantly let go his hold, falling a distance of eighty feet, and grazing against the side of the huge rock on his way, until with a splash he was swallowed up in the foaming water that whirled him out of sight.
The sweet-tempered Peéna saw his desire, and turning to the boy, she said, in their native language, in which the three always conversed together: "Speak, Quadaquina, that the eyes of thy father's brother may be opened."
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