Red Belt, the Tuscarora — page 57: what you’re looking at

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ThE COUNCIL 59 pear ?” and as he spake, the Mingo eyed the other keenly and anxiously. Man-e-wa-wa paused ; but his stolid face, with its long mass of white beard, showed no trace of emotion. Then he an- swered, calmly : “ Man-e-wa-wa will be present. He would like to look upon this pale-face brave, whose name has reached even up to the lakes, beyond the rolling prairie: Now Man-e-wa-wa would walk hence. His lodge is near the river, and when Oo-lum-lah will come, he will find a pipe there, and a blanket to sit upon.” Without further word or gesture, the stately chief swept on in the direction he had indicated as being the situation of his lodge, |For a moment, wild Hawk gazed after him in silence, and then strode on as if to follow him. But shaking his head, he paused, and turning about, hurried away in an opposite di- rection. Another was there too, who had noticed the tall form of the mighty chief: That was Dunmore's intriguing officer and messenger, Derrick Thorne, the ex-hunter. As he heard the words which passed between the two chiefs, he started. But murking the keen eye of Wild Hawk fastened upon him, he hastily turned and strode ed to the lodge which was set apart for him. One+ within the tent, he flung himself on the skin, spread upon the ground, and was soon buried in thought. But at length he straightened himself out upon the blanket, and, though the sun was now at meridian, was soon fast locked in slumber. Late that afternoon, just before the sun was dipping behind the Jong blue edge of the far-away western mountains, the council-tent was again slowly filled; and, as before, toward the last of those who came, strod@é Man-e-wa-wa, the Tusca- rora chieftain. . His brow wore an anxious shade, and his step was rapid and heavy. | But, a3 soon as the oll warrior had passed the skin at the entrance of the tent, and before he had seated himself in the dusky circle of solemn-faced braves, who sat on the floor of the council-tent, there was a calm, dignified composure about his face, and a steadiness in hia movements, which was notice- able with him in the morning of this same day... Conmicoooks.conn