Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1884-03-22

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his look too was on the ground but he
perceived he was becoming an object
of general attention. Then he arose
and lifted his voice in the general
silence.
ut was lie," he said; 81 had no
son. He who was called by that
name is forgotten; his blood was pale,
and came not from the veins Of a
Huron; the wicked Chippewas cheat
edmy squaw. The Great Spirit has
said that the family..of Wiss-en-tush
should end-he is happy who knows
that the evil of his race dies with
himself. I have DONE"
The speaker, who was the father of
the recreant young Indian, looked
round and about him, as if seeking
commendation of his stoicism in the
eyes of his auditors.
The Indians, who believe in the
hereditary transmission of virtues
and defects in character, suffered him
to depart in silence. Then one of
the chiefs drew the attention of the
young men from the weakness they
had just witnessed, by addressing
himself in courtesy to Magma as the
newest conner
"The Delewares have been like bears
after the honeypots prowling around
my village. But who has ever found
a Huron asleep"
The darkness, of the impending
cloud which precedes a burst of thun-
der was not blacker than the brow of
Magua, as he exclaimed
"The Delawares of the Lakesw
"Not so. They who wear the
petticoats of squaws, on their own
river. One of them has been passing
the. tribe"
"Did my young men take his
scalp?" ..t
ellis legs were good though his
arm is better for the hoe than the TOM
ahawk, returned the other, pointing
to the immovable form of Uncas.
Instead of manifesting any woman
ish curiosity to feast his eyes with the
sight of a captive from a people he
was known to have so much reason
to hate, Magua continued to smoke,
when there was no call on his cum
ming or his eloquence. Although
amazed at the facts communicated by
the speech of the aged father, he per-
mitted himself to ask no questions,
reserving his inquiries for q more
suitable moment. 1t was only after
sufficient interval, that he shook
the ashes from his pipe, casting for
the first time in the direction of the
prisoner, who stood a little behind
him.
ole Cert agilev'
Each warrior sprang upon his feet
at the utterance of the well-known
appellation, and there was a short
period during which the stoical con-
stancy of the natives was completely
conquered by surprise. Uncas en-
joyed his victory, but was content
with merely exhibiting his triumph,
by quiet smile-an emblem of scorn
which belong to all time and every
nation.
Magua caught the expression, and
rising his arm, he shook it at the
captive-the silver ornaments attach
ed to his bracelet rattling with the
agitation of the limb as, In tone of
vengeance, he exclaimed, in En-
gllsh,-
''Mohican, you die!''
"The healing waters will never
bring the dead Hurons to life" re-
turned Uncas; 'the tumbling river
washes their bones; their men are
squaws; their women owls. Go call
together the Huron dogs, that they
may look upon warrior. My nos
trils are offended they scent the blood
of a coward.
The latter allusion struck deep,
and the injury ranked. Many Of
the Hurons understood the strange
tongue in which the captive spoke,
among which number was Magua.
care the bones of my young men,"
he concluded, "in the burial place Of
the Hurons? You know they are
not. A stain on the name of
Huron can only be hid by blood
from the veins of an Indian. Let
this Delaware die.'
The effect of such an harangue de-
livered in the nervous language and