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and deep dejection her father's return from the 

 chase. 



Twenty-four hours had elapsed, during the whole 

 of which time Canondah had not left her hut, nor 

 had any of the squaws been to visit her. At last, 

 towards morning, the voices of men were heard upon 

 the shore. It was the Miko and his hunters. His 

 daughter rose, her knees trembling under her, and 

 looked out of the window. She saw the old squaws 

 whispering to the men, and pointing to the wigwam 

 in which the Englishman had dwelt. Presently the 

 Miko entered his hut, followed by several warriors, 

 and Canondah stepped forward to welcome her father. 

 With hands folded upon her throbbing bosom, she 

 silently awaited his commands. 



" The men of the Oconees," he began, after a pause, 

 during which he seemed to read his daughter's soul, 

 "have told their Miko that a messenger from the 

 chief of the Salt Lake has reached his wigwam. 

 Why do not my eyes behold him?" 



The trembling girl made no reply, but remained 

 with her eyes fixed upon the ground. 



"Has Canondah so forgotten her father's blood 

 as to bring a Yankee into his wigwam, and to show 

 him the path that leads to the villages of the pale- 

 faces ? The Miko thought he had a daughter," said 

 the old man, with the most cutting scorn ; " but 

 Canondah is not the daughter of the Miko of the 

 Oconees. Go ! " continued he, in an accent of un- 



