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AC ~ TIM, THE sOOUT. when he gaid that the hearts of the Sioux were like lead in their breasts.” | With these parting words directed at the Sioux chief, the Fox sat down, The former was springing to his feet, when he was detained by the ringing voice of Tecumseli,who sprung into the center of the itil threw off his blanket, and stretched out his,arms. © * Listen. to me, my brothers, . he said, A You are very wrong. Why come here with anger in your hearts against one who is to fight by your side in the day of battle, | Ihave heard it said that, in‘the Good Book of the white men, there is a story like this: Two men were angered with each other, and they were brothers, as the chiefs of the Sioux and Foxes should be. But, in those days, they brought, gifts for the Gitche Manitou, the Great Spirit whom they worship. One of these men, who quarreled with his brother, brought a gift. The medicine-man asked him if the gift was pure, not if it was rich. Hesaid, ‘I have a quarrel with my brother.’ Then the medicine-man said,‘ Leaye the gift at the foot of the altar and find thy brother,and when you are friends with him, come and offer thy gift to the Gitche Manitou ; for the offering must be pure.’ And the man went away and presently came back, and his brother came with him, and they left two gifts-upon the altar, + “My brothers, we must go into this work with clean hearts. There must be no dissensions among. us at the. beginning, or ‘all my. labor has, been in yain... Take this tale of the white man’s book (and my heart tells me that, if they did as their Good Book teaches, we should not have to make war upon them) to your own breasts. And let us have no quarrels.” | The Fox rose and offered his hand to the Sioux. : “ My brother,” he said, “we haye both been to blame. The great chief is. right. at us be friends while thé war lasts,” jet “Tt is well,” said the Sioux, slits They saluted in the Indian fashion. As they did s0, , Te- cumseh caught a glimpse of Tim, who was endeavoring to- steal away while the exciting discussion was going on. A startled yell from the great chief rung through the forest, and he started eagerly in pursuit. Tim knew that he had been seen - conmmicboouks.com