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She suddenly began to think of the hurt wild-cat she and Nautauquas had pitied during the night. But no one ought ever to pity an enemy. What was she made of? As she opened her eyes again she heard a woman's outcry and beheld a squaw rushing towards the end of the line where Black Arrow's blow had felled the boy. It was old Wansutis.
Wansutis still excited a feeling of awe and discomfort in the courageous child; she could not help experiencing a sort of terror when in her presence. Nevertheless she had now come of her own accord to ask the old woman for aid.
The wrinkled squaw looked up, a drawn smile upon her lips, and said: "And so Princess Pocahontas comes to old Wansutis for a love potion." "Nay," cried the girl angrily, coming closer, "not so; I desire of thee something quite different herbs that will make a man forget."
Hasten back to old Wansutis that she may bind up thy wound, and to Powhatan and tell him that he must buy Pocahontas's freedom from the English by returning their men he holdeth prisoners." While she was still speaking the young brave's mind was working rapidly.
He looked no further than her clothes and so believed her an Englishwoman. It was a rare amusement, she thought, and she watched him eagerly to see his surprise when he should find out his mistake. She was well rewarded by his puzzled and astonished expression when she called out to him: "Little Squirrel!" When she herself had stopped laughing, she added: "Take this sad message to old Wansutis.
He could not see that a young Indian boy, astounded to catch sight of her in that unaccustomed part of the village, went to meet her. "Is Wansutis by her hearth?" asked Pocahontas. "She is," Claw-of-the-Eagle replied, and walked on beside her with no further word. Pocahontas's heart was beating a little faster than usual.
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