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to compassion? Was it but pity that had stirred a new thrill 

 in her heart? Ah! love attires itself in various ways to enter each 

 heart! 



" Ga-nun-do-wa mountain is not far," she said, as she paddled 

 her canoe swift through the waters; but as the canoe touched the 

 shore the faint cries of their pursuers came, borne on the breeze of 

 the dawn. ' Haste, Hon-do-sa! " she exclaimed, as she pointed the 



Ta-ha-mont, an Algonquin chief 



way of his flight. ' Now you are free! Farewell. Flee to your 

 people! I will remain, Wan-nut-ha, who, by the hand of her father, 

 the sachem, will die for you! " 



Leaping to the shore, Hon-do-sa, the warrior, lingered. All the 

 suns he had known Wan-nut-ha passed before him. " Life from 

 Wan-nut-ha would not be freedom for Hon-do-sa," he exclaimed. 

 " Dawn after dawn, when thonged and alone in his prison lodge, 

 Wan-nut-ha brought the sun to Hon-do-sa; and now she bids him 



