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Wiiat wast thou, when I first conducted thee into my ca- 

 Lln ? Thy hands Wcre like thos.e of a child j they served 

 neither to support nor defend thee : thy soul was buri- 

 ed in the obscurity of night j you knew nothing j but 

 from me you have learned every thing. Wilt thou be 

 so ungrateful, with a view to reconcile yourself to your 

 brethren, as to lift up the hatchet against us ?" 



The young Engliftiman protested, that he would ra- 

 ther a thousand times lose his own life, than Ihed the 

 blood of one of his Indian friends. 



The old savage covered his face with his hands, and 

 bowed his head. After having been some time in that 

 posture, he looked on the young Englifliman^ and said to 

 him, in a tone mixed with tendernefs and grief: " Hast thou 

 a father ?" — ' He was living, (said the young man, ) when I 

 quitted my country.'' " Oh I how unfortunate is he I" cri- 

 ed the old man ; and after a moment's silence, he added, 

 " k newest thou that I have been a father ? I am no more 

 such ! I saw my son fall in battle j he fought by my 

 side j my son fell covered with wounds, and died like a 

 man ! but I revenged his death, yes, I revenged it." 



He pronounced these words in great agitation \ his 

 whole body trembled, and sighs and groans, which with, 

 difficulty found their way, almost suffocated him ; his eyes 

 lost their usual serenity, and his sighs could not find a 

 pafsage from his heart- By degrees, he became more se- 

 lene, and turning towards the east, where the sun was ri- 

 sing, he said to the young man j " Seest thou that gilded 

 heaven, which spreads abroad its resplendent light ? Does 

 it afford thee any pleasure to behold it ?" ' Yes,' said 

 the Engliihman, ' the sight adds new vigour to my heart.' 

 " Ah, thou happy man : but to me it affords no pleasure !" 

 replied the savage, (hedding a flood of tears. A moment 

 afterwards, he lliewcd the young man a flirub in bloom ) 



