no temple therein; for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb
are the temple of it.

"'And the gates of it shall not be shut at all by day; for there shall
be no night there.'"

The dim, vague glimpses afforded him from this and other portions of
the book of the awful mysteries of the Last Day, the New Jerusalem, and
the great white Throne, threw a spell over him which remained long
after the words of the reader had ceased. Full ten minutes, he sat,
after the volume had been closed; then raising his head, said:

"The sun is getting in the western sky, and Oonomoo must depart."

The wife did not seek to detain her husband. The wife of an Indian
warrior never does. She merely walked beside him, while he signaled
for his son to approach. He had scarce uttered the call, when Niniotan
came bounding from the wood eager to obey the slightest wish of his
father. Seeing from his actions that he was about to depart, he
lingered behind until his mother had bidden him good-by, and paused;
then he leaped ahead, leading the way as before.

The canoe reached, Oonomoo stepped within it, and Niniotan paddled him
out among the trees until he came to where his own canoe was moored,
into which the Huron stepped. As he was about to dip the paddle, he
said: "Let Niniotan wait until Oonomoo returns, and he shall go with
him upon the next war-path."

No pen can picture the glowing happiness that lit up the features of
the boy at hearing these words. His dark eyes fairly danced, and he
seemed unable to control his joy. His whole frame quivered, and he
dipped his own paddle into the water, he bent it almost to breaking.
Without noticing him further, Oonomoo sent his canoe spinning among the
trees, and was soon in the broad sheet of water, crossing which, he
reached the spot where he had brought up his boat. Stepping out upon
the log, he secured the paddle to it, and then turning it over, filled
it with water. It slowly sunk until it could be seen resting upon the
bottom, when he sprung from the tree and commenced his departure from
the swamp in the same manner that he had entered it.

Once again in the grand old forest, with the mossy carpet beneath his
feet, and the magnificent arches over his head, through which the
breezes came like the cool breath of the ocean, the Huron struck into
his peculiar rapid trot, which was continued until sunset, by which
time he reached the clearing. Approaching it in his usual cautious
manner, he