rom the
larger pouch slung at his back and covered by his long mantle, a mask,
somewhat out of shape from its confinement in a small space, and a
rattle made of a gourd filled with pebbles. He attached the mask to his
face as carefully as if he were to be observed by all his tribe, and
laid the rattle across his knees. All these preparations had taken place
so quietly that no one who might have been in the church could have
discovered the Indian's presence by the aid of his ears alone.

Catanaugh had not come to Jamestown with the sole idea of witnessing his
sister's wedding. It was not altogether of his own will that he was now
about to undertake a dangerous experiment. He was by no manner of means
a coward: his long row of scalps attested to his prowess as a brave;
but, unlike Nautauquas, he was one who followed where others led, who
obeyed when others commanded. He was fierce in fight, relentless to an
enemy, could not even dream as did his father and brother that the white
men might become valuable allies and friends. He would gladly have
killed them all, and he had grown more and more unwilling that
Pocahontas should unite herself to one of these interlopers, as he
called them, because he realized that her marriage would make a bond of
peace between the two peoples. He had hoped to discover that Pocahontas
was being forced into this marriage, in which case he had been prepared
to carry her off by some desperate deed at the last moment; but he could
not help seeing that she was happy and free in her choice, and would
never follow him willingly or go quietly if he tried to make her.

Catanaugh was a member of the secret society of Mediwiwin and he was one
who had great faith in medicine men and shamans. He never undertook
even a hunting expedition unless he had had a shaman consult his Okee to
decide if the day would be a lucky one. In every religious ceremony he
would take an active part, would fast if the shamans said it was
pleasing to Okee, would kill his enemies or save them for slaves,
whichever the shamans suggested. He was himself little of a talker
except when after victory he was loud and long in his boasting; but he
loved nothing better than to listen when the shamans told tales, as they
sat on winter evenings around a lodge fire, or as they lay during the
long summer twilights on the soft dried grass, of the transformations of
human beings into otter, bear or deer forms, of the pursuit of evil
demons, of