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again — their hated carcases shall not know where they 

 now sleep. The old men feared ; but the young men would 

 not listen to their fathers, and the Great Spirit was angry 

 at them for their disobedience, and guided the bullets of 

 the white men to their hearts. The sword of him who 

 wore that ring, entered the heart of my oldest son. His 

 father would have taken his scalp, but I begged that he 

 might be given to me in the room of my son. He was 

 wounded and faint, or we could not have tamed him, for 

 he was as wild as the catamount, and strong as the bear. 

 I took him to our wigwam on the banks of the Lake of 

 Musquash, and there for more than twenty moons did I 

 nurse and feed him, and taught him to speak our lan- 

 guage; but our great medicine man could not heal his 

 wounds, and the Great Spirit called him away. He was a 

 good white man, and if all were like him, the Red men 

 might live in peace. He told me that he had two squaws 

 — that one of them was buried in the great salt lake, away 

 where the sun rises — and that the other one lived on the 

 banks of the Beautiful River, and that if one of our 

 young men would take that ring and a little bit of paper 

 covered with a good talk, to his squaw she would load 

 him with dollars. But we were at war with the whites, 

 and no one dared to go. One moon before he died, he 

 took his papers that were covered with his talk, and care- 

 fully wrapped them up in deer skin, and hollowed out a 

 little hole in the side of a rock, and put them in, and made 

 a plug of cedar wood and drove it in, to keep them safe 

 until the Great Spirit should send his young child to 

 find them. Every time the water grows hard, when the 

 sun goes far off, I go upon it and sprinkle the rock with 

 blood, and pray to the Great Spirit to send his child to 

 unlock the talk from the rock; and when the sun comes 

 back, I go out in my canoe upon the water, and listen to 

 the good spirit of my white son, as he sits upon the rock 

 bathing his feet in the water, waiting for his child to 

 come. But now my people have sold their land to the 

 white man, and I fear we shall be driven away beyond the 



