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Updated: June 28, 2025
He's running. Follow him, quick! Good-by! Good-by! God be with you!" cried Heckewelder. "Good-by! Good-by!" Jim hurried Nell toward the bushes where Wingenund's tall form could dimly be seen. Mr. Wells followed them. On the edge of the clearing Jim and Nell turned to look back. They saw a black mass of yelling, struggling, fighting savages crowding around the church. "Oh! Jim, look back!
I've never seen you, but I knew Col. Zane and Jonathan well. I've seen your sister; you all favor one another." "Are you Simon Girty?" "Yes." "I have heard of your influence with the Indians. Can you do anything to get me out of this?" "How did you happen to git over here? You are not many miles from Wingenund's Camp," said Girty, giving Isaac another sharp look from his small black eyes.
"Wingenund's blood might change, but would never betray. Wingenund is the Delaware chief," he said. "Go. Darken no more the door of Wingenund's wigwam. Let the flower of the Delawares fade in alien pastures. Go. Whispering Winds is free!" Tears shone brightly in the Indian girl's eyes while she told Joe her story. She loved her father, and she would see him no more.
In fact, Joe's pranks raised many a storm; but the young braves who had been suitors for Wingenund's lovely daughter, feared the muscular paleface, and the tribe's ridicule more; so he continued his trickery unmolested. Joe's idea was to lead the savages to believe he was thoroughly happy in his new life, and so he was, but it suited him better to be free. He succeeded in misleading the savages.
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