r their blood is found. They spoke to each other,
commending his fine warlike air, his lofty stature, and well-turned
limbs, and said that he would die bravely. One only seemed to regard
him with pity. A beautiful female face looked in several times at the
door, and turned sorrowfully away.

As the time for the return of the warriors drew near, the captive's
contempt for life, and his passion for a glorious death, diminished
much. His sleep was filled with dreams of the clear and pleasant
waters of his tribe, and his mind by day could not forbear busying
itself with the plans of glory and ambition which he had formed. It
was hard, too, to leave a world in which dwelt such lovely beings as
she who had visited him with the tear of pity and sympathy bedewing
her soft eye. It was worth while to live, he thought, if it were only
that he might have the opportunity of convincing her that he was not
ungrateful, and that his heart, though shut to the fear of death, was
open to her beauty and goodness. The artificial fortitude to which he
had wrought himself, in obedience to the principles which had been
taught him, began to waver, and the glory of a death of torture, and
calm endurance of pain, to lose its value in his eyes. "Would it not
be better," said he to himself, "to share a long life with the
beautiful maiden, who has just left me, to drive the deer and the wolf
for her sake, and to come home loaded with game in the evening, to the
hearth that she should keep burning brightly for my return?"

Night came, but it brought no sleep to the young warrior, until its
watches had nearly expired. On awaking, he saw, through the opening
that served as a door to the cabin, that the great star of day was
risen, and the surly Indian who guarded him was standing before it.
The moments passed heavily away; no one came to the cabin save an old
woman, who brought him his morning meal. The curiosity of the tribe
was satisfied, and the relatives of the deceased were weary of
insulting him. At length the shadow of a human figure fell upon the
green before the door, and the next instant, the well remembered form
and face of beauty made its appearance. The maiden laid her hand on
the shoulder of the sentinel, and pointed to the sky where a bold
eagle was sailing away to the east. The majestic bird at length
alighted on the top of a tall tree, at the distance of four or five
bowshots, balanced himself for a moment on his talons, then closed hi