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13 THE MOMUEGAN MAIDEN. , Upon seeing that a friend was beside him, his face lighted up with an expression of joy, for no dishonor is greater in the eyes of the Indian than being scalped. by. a foe. Archibuld at once proceeded to make an examination of ‘the wounds received by the young brave, and though his in- . ‘ , a . F : ea ol vestigations were far from being scientific, he felt satisfied that with proper care and nursing the Mohegan would tre- cover. Indeed, after the fearful excitement and fatigue of the struggle passed away, Hawk’s-wing found himself strong enough to walk a short distance. It was @ mile to the river, where the young man hada canoe. This he resolved to reach, » : Carefully reloading his gun, and securing the Mohegan’s weapons, he set out, supporting the steps of the savage. . Half the distance was passed very comfortably, at short stages. and {hen the strength of the wounded waprior began ain fail. Archibald had bound up his wounds as carefully as possible ‘and, after allowing bim to rest for a time, resumed their tein ful jouney. ‘They were successful at length, Hawk’s-wine was placed in the little craft and borne up the river toHadley. Here, with careful nursing, he so far recovered. ag soon to _ able to return to his tribe. OP ay sey aay But his preserver.was not forgotten. The young Indian returned often to see his white: friend, and finally seemed almost to forsake his peaple, to cling to the one who had pro: tected him in the hour of need. He even. forsook tp, 4 religion of his fathers, a es mpoigemariiieiat.. the white man, being called “ Christian ” at his baptism, a na bore very generally among. the whites, and frequently wan't nis own people. | 4 Such was the person who stood half bent before a small fire, upon. which a fine‘shad lately drawn from ‘the basin yf the Connecticut, was roasting. tee fish wag Just done te erfection, and as the Indian drew it away ftom the ee nis companion hastened to extinguish the fire, temarking, — «Tf this smoke should attract the notice of any stray band of Narragansetts, we had better ny ahi Without dinner.” “ No bad Injun here,” returned Christian, With congiderable assurance. “ Him big ways off; jor er the big water.” Hn rchibald . but “ May be so,” returned A " Ve can not always comiclooks.conn, Le dark |