boy. He despised Ohquamehud for the miserable exhibitions of
imbecility he made in his cups, and hated him for the violence to his
mother.

"Look," said Peena, pointing to the articles, and desirous to remove
the rising discontent from the mind of the Indian, "the heart of the
young Longbeard (for she had no other name for Pownal in her language)
is large. All these he took out of it for Peena."

"Accursed be the gifts of the pale faces!" exclaimed Ohquamehud. "For
such rags our fathers sold our hunting-grounds, and gave permission
to the strangers to build walls in the rivers so that the fish cannot
swim up."

"Peena sold nothing for these," said the squaw, mildly. "Because the
young Longbeard loved Peena he gave them all to her."

"Did not Peena preserve his life? But she is right. The white face has
an open hand, and pays more for his life than it is worth."

"The words of my husband's brother are very bitter. What has the boy
whom Huttamoiden's arm saved from the flames, done, that blackness
should gather over the face of Ohquamehud?"

"Quah! Does Peena ask? She is more foolish than the bird, from which
she takes her name, when it flies into a tree. Is he not the son of
Onontio?"

"Peena never saw Onontio. She has only heard of him as one, who like
the red men, loves scalps. The Longbeard is a man of peace, and loves
them not. The eyes of Ohquamehud are getting dim."

"The eyes of Ohquamehud are two fires, which throw a light upon his
path, and he sees clearly what is before him. It is only blood that
can wash out from the eyes of a warrior the remembrance of his enemy,
and nothing but water has cleansed Ohquamehud's. Thrice have I
meet Onontio, once on the yellow Wabash: again, where the mighty
Mississippi and Ohio flow into each other's bosoms, and a third
time on the plains of the Upper Illinois. Look," he cried suddenly,
throwing open his shirt, and exposing his breast, "the bullet of
Onontio made that mark like the track of a swift canoe in the water.
It talks very plain and will not let Ohquamehud forget."

"If the Longbeard be Onontio, his son has done my brother no injury."

"The gifts of the pale face have blinded the eyes, and stopped the
ears of my sister, so that she can neither see nor hear the truth.
Who, when he kills the old panther, lets the cubs escape?"

"There is peace between the red man and the white on the banks of the
Sakimau. The long knives are as plenty as the leaves of the w