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"No," he replied, "his thoughts are not deep, but they are confused, for he has heard his pale-face brother call Waboose, Eve. How did he come to know that name? It was only used by Weeum, and seldom by him never by any one else."
This plan he had hastily adopted, on perceiving that it was impossible to escape us, having previously warned Waboose that he would shoot her dead if she did not corroborate what he said. But Attick was incapable of believing that fearless heroism could dwell in the breast of a woman, and little knew the courage of the daughter of Weeum the Good.
"Big Otter rejoices to meet again the mother of Weeum," replied the Indian. "And tell him," said Mrs Listen, "that I hope he has now come to stay with us altogether." The Indian smiled gravely, and shook his head, intimating that the question required consideration.
"Of course he did," she answered, with a look of surprise "you know well it was Weeum." "Yes, William," said I; "but " "No Weeum," she said, correcting me. "Once or twice I have heard him say Willum, but all our people call him Weeum." "Had he no other name?" I asked. "No. Why should he have another? Is not one enough?" "You never heard of Liston?" "Liston? No, never."
I was alarmed by the solemn expression of his face. "Nothing wrong, I hope?" said I, anxiously. "The wife of Weeum the Good is dying," said the Indian, mournfully. "Oh! say not so," I exclaimed, "how dreadful to poor Waboose if this were to happen just now! You must be mistaken." "Big Otter may be mistaken.
Yet in the memory of his heart the mother of Weeum will live, and Waboose and Muxbee, and the tall pale-face chief, who won the hearts of the red-men by his justice and his love. The dark-haired pale-face, too, will never be forgotten. Each year, as it goes and comes, Big Otter will come again to Sunny Creek about the time that the plovers whistle in the air.
At first he was very fierce, but afterwards that passed away, and when Waboose began to grow tall and wise, Weeum turned soft like a woman. He spoke often to the red-men about the Great Master of Life, and he taught Big Otter to love the Great Master of Life and the name of Jesus. Often Weeum talked of going to the far south to see one whom he called a dear old one. We did not understand him then.
He lies when he says that the daughter of Weeum agreed to follow him. He knows that he carried her from the camp by force against her will." Attick had thrown forward and cocked his gun, but happily the unexpected nature of the girl's reply, and the indignant gaze of her eyes, caused an involuntary hesitation.
"He told us that his name was Weeum but," said the Indian, turning abruptly to Waboose, whose countenance betrayed feelings which were obviously aroused by other matters than this reference to her lost father, "my child has news of some sort. Let her speak."
Attick, who still carried his gun in the hollow of his left arm, expressed well-feigned surprise at seeing us. "Big Otter seems to be on the war-path," he said, "but I have seen no enemies." "Big Otter's enemy stands before him," returned our leader, sternly. "Attick has been very foolish. Why did he run away with the daughter of Weeum the Good?" "Attick scorns to run away with a squaw.
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