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60 RED BELY, THE TUSCAROTA. A few moments elapsed and not a word was spoken. Then suddenly, the mournful winding of a horn, and the solemn rolling of a drum was heard. Then at the rear of the tent, a skin was pushed aside, and the great chief and a dozen of his most distinguished warriors filed slowly in, and seated themselves on a separate spread of skins. Accompanying this mighty chieftain, was a beautiful maiden richly clad in fea- thers; and gaudy-colored cloth and wampum. But the girl's face wore a sad, anxious expression. - She seated herself by the great chief. She was his daugh- pats wondrously beautiful Mis-kwa, the Red Sky of Morn- ing. The tall, stately chieftain, old Man-e-wa-wa, started vio- Jently as his eyes fell on the maiden’s face; but in a second or so, the emotion passed away, and the great warlrior was as stolid as ever. Wild Hawk watched the old Tuscarora ecloscly all the while, and then a grim, yet a doubting smile flashed for an in- stant over his painted face. = Just then the long, sad wail of a Bere yes hee pe ngs ae RRL RT ae ae : CHAPTER XI. _ When the skin was raised to its hight, a small group en- : tered. That group consisted of Roydon Howe, the prisoner, and a guard of six warriors. The young man glanced about him for a moment, and though he started at the grim array of stern-lo-king, dignified chiefs, who sat so solemnly around, yet he quailed not. He was now standing just without the circle of braves and in front of the small dais covered with skins, upon which sat the chief, and his lovely daughter—Mis-kwa. The young man stood still awaiting the pleasure of the couneil ; his hands were bound tightly behiad him. At that Commicloooks.corn