estern
forests. Ohquamehud must forget the bullet of Onontio until he finds
him on the prairie, or where the streams run towards the setting sun."

"My sister is very wise," said the savage, his whole manner changing
from the ferocity, which had at first characterized it, to a subdued
and even quiet tone. "But," added he, as it were despondingly, "let
her not fear for the safety of the Longbeard. Ohquamehud is weak
and cannot contend with so great a medicine." He turned away, as if
unwilling to continue the conversation, nor did Peena manifest any
disposition to renew it.

There was, however, something about the Indian, that alarmed the
squaw, as she had never been before, notwithstanding the pacific
language, with which he concluded. The time was drawing nigh for
Ohquamehud's return to the West, and, knowing his brutal temper, she
feared that under the influence of the spirituous liquors he indulged
in to excess, he might attempt to signalize his departure by some act
of wrong and revenge, which would bring down destruction on himself,
and disastrously affect the fortunes of the tribe. He evidently
cherished a bitter animosity toward Holden, whom he had recognized as
a formidable enemy, and although a cool and wary savage when himself,
and as capable of appreciating the consequences of an act as clearly
as any one and therefore likely to be deterred from violence, there
was no knowing what he might do, when stimulated by the frenzy that
lurks in the seductive draught. Peena knew the difficulty, with
which an Indian foregoes revenge, and her apprehensions were the more
excited by the attachment she felt for the two white men. Fears, vague
and unformed had before floated through her mind, but they now assumed
consistency, and she determined to take such precautions until the
departure of her kinsman as should prevent harm either to himself or
others. With this view, the moment she was alone with her son, she
seized the opportunity to speak on the subject of her alarm. But,
first she thought it necessary to reprove him for his feelings towards
his uncle.

"Whose blood," she inquired, "flows in the veins of Quadaquina?"

"It is the blood of Huttamoiden," answered the boy, erecting his head,
and drawing himself up proudly.

"And who gave the bold heart and strong arm to Huttamoiden?"

"It was the mighty Obbatinuua, whose name men say is still mentioned
in the song on the great fresh water lakes."

"He had two sons?