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When all except the Siwanois are watching! The Night Hawk is there. Stretch yourself here beside me and try to sleep. Your watch will come too soon to suit you, or me either, for that matter." "Do you mean to go on guard with me?" "Do you dream that I shall let you stand your guard alone, young sir?" "This is folly, Lois " "Euan, you vex me. Lie beside me.
The slightest suspicion of any personal restraint or of any military pressure brought to bear on him might alienate him from our cause, if not, perhaps, from me personally. I said: "The Siwanois are free people. No lodge door is locked on them, not even in the Long House.
And as soon as I saw them I knew they were indeed Erie scalps. Repressing my resentment and disgust, I lingered a moment to examine them, then returned to the hut, where the Siwanois, grave as a catamount at his toilet, squatted in a patch of sunshine, polishing his features.
Now, what the Sagamore said so innocently had two meanings. He might have meant that the cawing of the crows indicated that they were objecting to a rattlesnake sunning on some rock. Also he might have meant to say that their short, querulous cawing betrayed the presence of Seneca Indians in ambush. "Or a Mountain Snake," repeated the Siwanois, with a perfectly blank face.
"My brother speaks the truth." "God! What urges the child thither?" "I do not know, Loskiel. It seems as though a madness were upon her that she must go to Catharines-town. I tell you there is sorcery in all this. I say it I, a Sagamore of the Enchanted Wolf. Who should know magic when it stirs but I, of the Siwanois the Magic Clan?
I said: "The Indians hereabout are Mohican, are they not, Mr. Hays?" "They were," he replied; and his very apathy gave the answer a sadder significance. "Have they all gone off?" asked Boyd, misunderstanding. "There were very few Mohicans to go. But they have gone." "Below?" "Oh, no, sir. They and the Stockbridge Indians, and the Siwanois are friendly to our party."
The Siwanois smiled to himself and smoked. Then he passed the pipe to me. I drew it twice, rendered it. "Come," said I, "have you then news that we take the war-trail soon?" "The war-trail is always open for those who seek it. When my younger brother makes ready for a trail, does he summon it to come to him by magic, or does he seek it on his two legs?"
The Siwanois made a movement of slight, but good-humoured, disdain: "Can my brother who has no wings track and follow the October swallow?" "Then you were willing that I should see the person to whom you brought food under the midnight stars?" "My brother has spoken." "Why were you willing that I should see?" "Where there are wild pigeons there are hawks, Loskiel.
For our business here lay not in this affair, and Boyd had disobeyed his orders in not avoiding all fighting. He knew well enough that the bullets from our three rifles were of little consequence to our country compared to the safe accomplishment of our mission hither, and our safe return with the Siwanois.
Loskiel. But the Siwanois himself refuses what I ask. And you would, also, did you know my wish." "What is your wish?" She shook her head: "It is useless to voice it useless." She gathered the scant fragments of her meal, wrapped them in a bit of silver birch-bark, unrolled her bundle, and placed them there.
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