Red Belt, the Tuscarora — page 60: what you’re looking at

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63 RED BELT, THE TUSCARORA. As the old Indian concluded; silence ensued. There were no signs either of approval or dissent. Several moments passed thus, when suddenly a tall, bide- ously-painted warrior sprung to his feet, and brandishing for a moment, his war-club, began a wild harangue. He urged the immediate death of the prisoner—death without delay, without trial, without charges; but, death, because he was a pale-face! Then the warrior sat down, Wild Hawk watched the face of Man-e-wa-wa most keenly during the delivery of this speech. But, the old Tuscarora’s face showed no emotion; then the same dark shade came to Wild Hawk’s. : A dozen had spoken, and a silence ensued. No one else seemed desirous to say any thing. Snddenly Wild Hawk, the Mingo, glanced around, and then arose to his feet. “Tt is not often, great Nin-neet-lah, and brothers, that the voice of Oo-lum-lah is heard in the councils of his people ; for, as yet, compared to many here, he is young, and he draws back within himself, when he feels that he is standing in such & presence.” _As he spoke, he bowed low. A hearty grunt of approval _ followed this; then all eyes were bent upon the sinewy fig- ure of the Mingo brave. — “ But; my brothers,” he continued, “though many years may not have whitened Oo-lum-lah’s hair—though only a half-score of winters have seen the Wild Hawk in the hunt—onthe , trail, and upon the war-path, yet, to-day he is not ashamed of his deeds; and he wears the feathers, paint and. wampum of a chief of his tribe!” ' by He paused again, and a murmur of applause followed; in this, the long-absent chief, Man-e-wa-wa, joined with the rest. Wild Hawk saw it, and though he slightly started at first, he continued at once; “ Therefore, my brothers, Oo-lum-lah knows that his voice can be raised in thé council-lodge, and that his words will be heeded. Listen: when Oo-lumah turned his back at your bidding, and left his wigwam and his people, putting his face toward the rising of the sun, he did so with a proud. heart, for he knew that he was trusted. With only one follower—he a Mingo—he plunged into the dark forests ; Conmmicloooks.corn