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chief; "they listen to the words of the Miko, but 

 their hands are free." 



"Yes, yes, I know that. Yours is a sort of re- 

 public, of which you are hereditary consul. Well, 

 for to-night let the matter rest. To-morrow we will 

 discuss it further." 



The lieutenant had left the wigwam; night had 

 come on, and the moon's slender crescent sank be- 

 hind the summits of the western trees. The old 

 Indian arose, and with his guest stepped silently out 

 before the door. 



" My brother," said he, with emotion in his voice, 

 " is no longer young ; but his words are more silly 

 than those of a foolish girl, who for the first time 

 hangs glass beads around her neck. My brother has 

 foes sufficient ; he needs not to make an enemy of 

 the Great Spirit." 



" Oh ! " said the pirate laughing, " we won't bother 

 our heads about him." 



"My brother," continued the Indian, "has long 

 deceived the eyes of the Miko ; but the Great Spirit 

 has at last opened them, that he may warn his 

 people. See," said he, and his long meagre form 

 seemed to increase to a gigantic stature as he pointed 

 to the moon swimming behind the topmost branches 

 of the trees ; "that great light shines on the shores 

 of the Natchez, and it shines in the villages of the 

 whites ; neither the chief of the Salt Lake nor the 

 Miko of the Oconees made it ; it is the Great Spirit 



