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no slave, to be scourged with a whip. His father 
had been a warrior, and a Wyandot, and his 
. child was entitled to honorable usage.. If he had 
offended his stepfather, there was cold water 
enough to be had; let him be ducked until he 
should be brought to reason, and she would not 
utter a word of complaint; but a buffalo hide 
was not a weapon with which the son of a- war¬ 
rior should be struck; his father’s spirit was 
frowning in the skies at the degradation of his 
child.” 
To this indignant remonstrance, poor Tonti- 
leaugo listened with exemplary patience, and hav¬ 
ing lit his pipe,- strolled away in order to give 
his squaw an opportunity of cooling off. The 
offense, however, had been of too serious a 
nature, and his squaw, shortly after his depart¬ 
ure, caught a horse, and, taking her children with 
her, rode off to the Wyandot village, about forty 
miles distant. In the afternoon, Tontileaugo re¬ 
turned to his wigwam, and found no one there 
but Smith, an old man, and a boy. He appeared 
much troubled at his wife’s refractory conduct, 
and finally followed to make his peace. 
We have seen, .that, for losing himself in the 
woods, Smith was degraded from the rank of a 
warrior, and reduced to that of a boy. Two 
years afterward, he regained his rank, and was 
presented with a rifle as a reward for an ex¬ 
hibition of hardihood and presence of mind. In 
company with an old chief, and several other 
Indians, he was engaged in hunting. A deep 
snow was on the ground, and the weather was 
tempestuous. On their way home, a number of 
raccoon tracks were seen in the snow, and Smith 
was directed to follow them and observe where 
they treed. He did so, but they led him off to 
a much greater distance than was ariticipated; 
and the hunters were several miles ahead of him, 
when he attempted to rejoin them. 
At first, these tracks were quite plain in the 
snow, and although night approached, and the 
camp was distant. Smith felt no anxiety. But, 
about dusk, his situation became critical. The 
weather grew suddenly much colder. The wind 
blew a perfect hurricane, and eddies of snow 
blinded his eyes, and covered over the tracks of 
his companions. He. had with him no gun, 
neither flint nor steel; no shelter but a blanket, 
and no weapon but a tomahawk. He plodded 
on for several hours, ignorant of his route, 
stumbling over logs, and chilled with cold, until 
the snow became so deep as seriously to impede 
his progress, and the flakes fell so thick as to 
render it impossible for him to see where he 
was going. He shouted for help, but no answer 
was returned, and, as the storm every moment 
increased in violence, he began to think that his 
last hour was nigh. 
Providentially, in stumbling on through the 
snow, he came to a large sycamore, with a con¬ 
siderable opening on the windward side. He 
hastily crept in, and found the hollow sufficiently 
large to accommodate him for the night, if the 
weather side could be closed so as to exclude 
the snow and wind, which were beating against 
it with great severity. 
Instantly setting to work with his tomahawk, 
Smith cut a number of sticks, which he placed 
upright against the Iiole, and piled brush against 
it in great quantities, leaving a space open for 
himself to creep in. He then broke up a de¬ 
cayed log, and cutting it into small pieces, 
pushed them one by one into the hollow of the 
tree, and, lastly, crept in himself. With these 
loose pieces he stopped up the remaining holes 
of his den, until not a chink was left to admit 
the light. The snow, drifiting in large quan¬ 
tities, was soon banked up around the tree, com¬ 
pletely sheltering him from the storm, which 
still continued to rage with undiminished fury.. 
He then danced violently in the centre of his den 
for two hours until he was sufficiently wanned, 
when, wrapping himself in his blanket, he Slept 
soundly until morning. 
He awoke in utter darkness, and groping 
about, found his door, which he attempted to 
push away; but the snow had drifted against it 
to such, a degree, that it resisted his utmost 
efforts. His hair now began to bristle, and he 
feared that he had, with great ingenuity, con¬ 
trived to bury himself alive. He lay down again 
for several hours, meditating upon what he 
