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4.0 BALD EAGHE, “ Where is Ramapaugh ?” asked Dora, abruptly. “ Gone to the council-tire. What would the White Doe ask of Ramapaugh ?” : Dora gazed intently at the speaker; it was evident that in her imperfect reason, she claimed a right to dictate in regard to the chief, and looked upon this questioning with resentment. She made no reply, and Mequa repeated her question, “T will tell the Bald Eagle when he comes,” she answered, dryly. ‘The Indian girl continued her gentle ministrations for the comfort of the other, and then asked, “Ts the White Doe afraid ?” “A hare crossed our path, and that you know betokens Ganger.” “Truly ; but the Bald Eagle is brave; he knows no fear ; danger flees before him, He is wise ag the beaver and bold as the panther.” . Her cheek glowed brightly with the pride of her happy love, as she recounted the perfections of her husband. Dora’s brow contracted sharply, and she held her hand upon her temple as if striving to collect her thoughts; then she looked down upon the bright face of Mequa, and with her two hands held it up and studied it intently. The. girl, laughing, tried to withdraw it, but Dora, with solemn scrutiny, held her firm. The smile died away, and Mequa slept ; then Dora bent over her, patting her shoulder and croning an old song ina low voice. There was no sound but the lap of the water over the pebbles, and the soft whispering of the pines. Suddenly the screech of the owl broke upon the still- ness, and Dora, shuddering, buried her face in the bosom of her friend, crying, “ Wake, wake; do you not hear the cry of the owl ?” -Mequa did not move, and Dora grew alarmed. She shook her violently, and at length Mequa arose from the mats, angry. 3 “The White Doe is a great medicine woman. w } she bring sleep to the hd of Mequa ?” degteee .: yaw Dora shook her head; she did not understand the mean- ing of Mequa; she was unconscious of her Strange mesmeric power. connicloooks.com