The Mohegan Maiden — page 82: what you’re looking at

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84 ' ‘THE MOHEGAN MAIDEN. rain is his voice, and he sends it to show you that heis angry. If you do not heed that, lightnings and hurricanes may come. Let my red brother be wise!” “ Wawanooma has spoken; he will not speak double, like pale-faces. White warrior should not waste his breath in asking chief of the Mohegans to lie. I have spoken—let him go!” : There was a voice of authority in the words, accompanied as they were by a nod toward the haif-open door, which con- vinced the listener that they were not to be disregarded with- out danger of invoking consequences. With the best grace | possible he arose, and took his way to more hospitable quar- ters. . What to do now became a question of vital importance, He could do nothing more for the maiden—that was certain. He could not remain and witness her dreadful fate. Perchance he could come again and learn if it had really taken place— learn if the one whom he loved most of any on earth had been burned at the stake, only because she had dared so much to save Ads life! Must it be? The thought was too terrible: His brain reeled beneath the effort. Maddened and despairing, he paced up and down for a time, and then passed the fortifications unchallenged, rushing forth into the storm and forest. * | For hours he wandered back and forth; keeping within sight of the Mohegan village, till at length he sunk upon a log, quite exhausted with his violent exercise, and the terrible excitement which accompanied it. _ How long he had sat thus Archibald never knew, but it was some time—time of which the young man was not more than half conscious. : He was aroused to consciousness by feeling a light hand placed upon his Ider. Startled by the shock, he looked up, and beheld C1 standing silently beside him. Various emotions blended in the suite vs mind at the discovery. The first which he could ng io at the meeting, and under,its influence he th w himself into the red youth’s arms. Then, in a moment, he loosened his hold, and seating himself again upon the log, wept tll hot tears chased each other down his cheeks like the rain-drops connicloooks.com