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quivering muscles, while the naked wretch feels the lick- 

 ing flame. 



" Ha ! had he not slept in her arms many a night and 

 day ? And up and on dashes the tortured wife, balanc- 

 ing her hate, that was of her race, with her heart, that 

 was of her common motherhood. And the hours waned, 

 and sick and hot the wind came in, and the odqr of the 

 honeysuckle and the water-lily were oppressive to the 

 senses. 



" Chatte Echo, the Red Deer, was a young chief of 

 the Apalaches, of a noble name and tried courage. In 

 Chatte Echo's cabin hung the skins of ten panthers, and 

 behind his house stretched a field of maize and melons 

 that was smaller in size than none but the cacique's. This 

 warrior had loved Yahehilane ; but when Ortez came to 

 Apalache, his suit was discarded ; and ever since then 

 he had remained unmarried. He had always been an 

 enemy to Ortez, and was now one of the sentinels that 

 watched over him in prison. Posted on the side toward 

 the sea, from the low rampart where he stood he could 

 look out on the water and down into the inner fort where 

 Ortez sat. A proud man was Chatte E^cho that night, 

 and none in all the band would guard the prisoner surer. 

 As he was leaning on his spear and thinking of his re- 

 venge, a brown canoe floated up from the water, and 

 among the bending reeds. It came so whist the sentinel 

 did not hear it, and the fog was so heavy he did not see 

 it until it touched the wall, and an Indian woman stepped 

 on to the parapet. Chatte Echo would have struck at 



