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Updated: May 12, 2025
"I'm purty sure I seen some one on the tree, when dem pieces of bark come swimming downstream." A subdued whistle reached his ear. Looking behind him, he saw a Huron Indian standing a few yards away. The eyes of both lit up as they encountered the gaze of each other, for they were both friends and old acquaintances. "Ish dat you, Oonomoo?" inquired Hans Vanderbum.
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.
The great exertion made by Hans Vanderbum in reaching the wigwam, caused him to breathe so heavily as to attract the attention of the captive. Catching sight of a white man, she arose quickly, and approaching him, said, eagerly: "Oh! I'm so glad to meet one of my own color and race, for I am sure you must be a friend."
He had heard Lieutenant Canfield mention this man's name in conversation with the Huron, and suspected at once that he was to perform a part in the day's work. "You're Hans Vanderbum, eh? I've heerd Massa Canfield and Mister Oonymoo speak of you." "Yaw, I'm him. Where am dey?" "Ain't fur off.
At length, however, the dusk of early evening enveloped the lodge, and shortly after Quanonshet and Madokawandock came in, and dropping down fell almost immediately asleep. To expedite matters, Hans Vanderbum feigned slumber, but he kept one eye upon the movements of his wife.
This satisfied them, and in a few minutes more there was nothing left but a few bones. Thus far all went well. As the sun descended in the western sky, and the magnificent American twilight gathered upon the forest and river, the excited Hans Vanderbum could scarcely conceal his impatience and anxiety.
From this point the Indian dialect was dropped for intelligible English. "And vot will become of me?" asked Hans Vanderbum, in considerable alarm.
"Mine dear frow, shust gits te line and bait, while I lights mine pipe." His wife complied, and a few minutes later Hans Vanderbum sallied forth fully equipped for duty. He did not forget to tell his partner several times not to prepare dinner until his return, and she also promised this, from some cause or other, she being in a far better humor than usual.
"Shtop dat noise! shtop dat noise!" vociferated Hans Vanderbum, growing red in the face with fury, because his repeated commands had received so little attention. The scene was deep in the forests of Ohio, a short distance from the Miami river.
"I's gettin' shleepy," suddenly exclaimed Hans Vanderbum. "Take gum?" "Yaw; took much as Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock." "Git sleep soon go back don't wake up." "Yaw, I will." And before any one could speak, Hans was lumbering through the bushes and woods on his way back to his lodge, fearful that if he delayed he would fall asleep.
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