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fattier, and his eyes were wide open. So long as he 

 saw the high walls of the council wigwams, where 

 the pale-faces pray to their Great Spirit, the red men 

 were treated as brothers ; but when they approached 

 their own forests, the countenances of the white men 

 grew dark, because the Great Spirit no longer lighted 

 them up. Tokeah saw that the men who did not 

 worship the Great Spirit were not good men. And 

 my brother scoffs at the Great Spirit, and yet would 

 be a friend of the Oconees 1 He would be a friend 

 of the Miko, who would already have sunk under 

 his burden had not his fathers beckoned to him from 

 the happy hunting-grounds ! Go ! " said the old man, 

 turning away from the pirate with a gesture of dis- 

 gust ; "you would rob the Miko and his people of 

 their last hope." 



"Good night," said Lafitte, yawning. "There's 

 been a good Methodist parson spoilt in you." And 

 so saying he turned towards the council wigwam, his 

 usual dwelling when at the village. Tokeah stepped 

 back into his hut. No night-song soothed the op- 

 pressed spirit of the old chief ; and only the shrill 

 whistle of the watch, repeated every two hours from 

 the shore and before the wigwam of the pirate, told 

 of the presence of living creatures in the village. 



