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Updated: June 17, 2025
"It would not tire a new born fawn to run the distance. My white brother shall see the wigwam of Waqua, and rest his limbs, and then Waqua will go with him to the lodges of the white men at Shawmut." It was yet early in the day. There was no need of hurry, and the wish of the Indian of itself was enough.
"The tall, white chief, men say, is not like other white men. He loves the forest children, and they love him." "Love begets love, and one noble quality attracts another. But it is my turn, Waqua, to show you hospitality; and to a strong, healthy fellow like you, dinner, methinks, can never come amiss."
"Welcome, young friend," he exclaimed, "with England's red rose still blooming in thy cheeks; and a welcome, too, to my Indian brother." "This, right worshipful sir," said Arundel, "is Waqua, to whom I owe my life, which he saved this morning from a panther." "Ah!" said Winthrop, "one of the hazards not uncommon in our wild-beast-infested forest, and young blood is rash.
Waqua was instantly on his feet again, and his first motion was to clutch the tomahawk, but Arundel catching his arm, compelled him to desist from his revenge. Holding the savage by the arm, Arundel passed out of the apartment, leaving the Assistant standing as if petrified by his own violence, while Eveline, pale, yet resolute, had sunk upon a seat, and Prudence was hysterically shrieking.
"Captain Sparhawk," said Arundel, "this is my noble friend Waqua, to whom I am under the greatest obligations." The Captain offered his hand to the savage, who, acquainted with this custom of the whites, extended his own. As for what the seaman had been saying, Waqua had but an imperfect conception of it.
"Waqua knows," said the savage, holding up his cup at the end of the meal, "that the Great Spirit loves his white children very much, else never would he have given them the dancing fire-water that streams through me like the sun through morning clouds." "Beware," said Arundel, "that it be not more like the lightning, which marks its path with destruction. But, Waqua, come thou now with me.
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