The Mohegan Maiden — page 79: what you’re looking at

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A LAST EFFORT. 81 “T will make one more effort !” he resolved, dashing away in the direction of the council. “If what I said effected noth- thing, I"may still make a fruitful appeal.” ; _He found not only the braves and leading Indians assem- pled, but most of the squaws and children, anxious for the — our to come’when they could feast their gaze upon the fright- ful sufferings of a human bejng in agony, no matter though the sufferer be one of their Own people. ‘The presiding genius of the village, whom Archibald had heard addressed by the euphonious sobriquet of Wawanooma, saw him approach, and regarded the’ intrusion with lowering brow. But the comer disregarded those indications of the Indian feeling, and paused not till he ‘stood beside the dark- browed official. | “What would the pale-face in ‘the red-man’s council ?” the latter demanded, seeing that an uneasy movement pervaded the ranks ofthe braves at this intrusion. ‘“T have come,” was the rejoinder, “that I might satisfy myself whether the Mohegan was an honorable man, or whether he would insist upon putting to death an innocent person.” The dark brows all about him grew momentarily darker, and Wawanooma answered, in a grow] like distant thunder, “She shall die !” “Shame upon you! Shame, Mohegans!” the young man exclaimed, with terrible earnestnes shing back with ten- fold force the angry glances cast opi hi, and forgetting for the moment his own danger, in virttious indignation. “Is it thus you repay your allies for deyotion and “oe as ! Chance threw me in your village, and when the fo ailed it I raised a weapon and fought with all my strength in your be- half. While I was lying wounded and helpless, a viper crept up, and would haye destroyed me, had not a noble maiden from your people seen the deadly purpose, and slain him! And for that you would take her life! Shame on you, I say | When you meet the white man again it will Nea Toy, not friends. Your villages will be laid waste; your wigwams destroyed ; your corn burned, aq your young men slain! Bewiie how you injure one » has saved my life! Ihave spoken |” a : comicbooks.com