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Jacques and Redfeather stood leaning against the wall near to it, engaged in a whispered conversation. Glancing round as he entered, Charley observed Misconna sitting a little apart by himself, and apparently buried in deep thought. He had scarcely perceived him, and nodded to several of his particular friends among the crowd, when a side-door opened, and Mr.
I was regarded as a poor warrior, because I brought home no scalps, and ever afterwards I went by the name of Redfeather in our tribe." "But are you still thought a poor warrior?" asked Charley, in some concern, as if he were jealous of the reputation of his new friend. The Indian smiled. "No," he said: "our village was twice attacked afterwards, and in defending it Redfeather took many scalps.
It need scarcely be added that the friendship which already subsisted between Jacques and Redfeather was now doubly cemented; nor will it create surprise when we say that the former, in the fullness of his heart, and from sheer inability to find adequate outlets for the expression of his feelings, offered Redfeather in succession all the articles of value he possessed, even to his much-loved rifle, and was seriously annoyed at their not being accepted.
Charley heaved a deep sigh, and made another desperate attack on a large steak, while the Indians around him made considerable progress in reducing their respective mountains. Several times Charley and Redfeather exchanged glances as they paused in their labours. "I say, Jacques," said Charley, pulling up once more, "how do you get on? Pretty well stuffed by this time, I should imagine?" "Oh no!
The men respected him much because he was a hard worker, obliging, and modest three qualities that ensure respect, whether found under a red skin or a white one. "I shall tell you," he began, in a soft, musing tone, as if he were wandering in memories of the past "I shall tell you how it was that I came by the name of Redfeather."
I knew him of old, and half expected to find him at this place." The Indian to whom Jacques put the question replied that Redfeather was with them, but that he had gone out on a hunting expedition that morning, and might be absent a day or two. "Ah!" exclaimed Charley, "I'm glad he's here. Come, now, let us take a walk in the wood; these good people stare at us as if we were ghosts."
Besides, Redfeather is a very different man from those around him: he has been partially educated by the missionaries on Playgreen Lake, and I think has a strong leaning towards them." While they were thus conversing in whispers, Redfeather rose, and holding forth his hand, delivered himself of the following oration: "The time has come for Redfeather to speak.
Redfeather smiled, and held out his hand, which the other took and wrung with an energy that would have extorted a cry of pain from any one but an Indian. Then dropping it suddenly and clinching his hands, he exclaimed:
Neither of these sons of the forest was much accustomed to reading, and neither of them would have for a moment entertained the idea of taking to literature as a pastime; but Redfeather loved the Bible for the sake of the great truths which he discovered in its inspired pages, though much of what he read was to him mysterious and utterly incomprehensible.
Charley looked up in surprise, and beheld the face of his old friend Redfeather, gazing at him with an expression in which were mingled affection, surprise, and amusement at the peculiar alteration in his visage. "Redfeather!" exclaimed Charlie, in delight, half rising, but the Indian pressed him down.
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