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66 RED BELT, THE TUSCARORA. Then he answered, in a low, sonorous voice. All hung on that reply. It came, thus: “No, no, mighty chief! I can not forget my rearing! I can not forget that myskin is white. I can not join the tribes, nor can I take the pretty Mis-kwa for my squaw. She was promised to one in every way worthy of her; and who would have flung honor upon her ;-one who would now die for her / As for me, alas! my heart can never love any thing in the shape of woman, save the memory of a sainted mother!” The old Tuscarora chief had almost sprung to his feet as Roydon Howe gave his second reply ; and now, as he uttered his third, the chief bent his bead, and let a silent tear drop upon his hard, swarthy hands. There was a deep silence for several moments, and then, slowly, old Nin-neet-lah arose to his feet. His voice was very low and solemn as he said : “It is ordered; my white brother, in consideration of your name as a warrior, and of the fact that you stepped between Oo-lum-lah, the brave, and death, that you be not slain at once. It is decreed that at sunrise to-morrow morning, you run the short one Be brave, be ser ee my brother, for our hearts are with you.” Then, at a sign, the drum rolled, and He! council-tent was slowly emptied. As Wild Hawk passed by the prisoner, he whispered in his ear: “Be brave, my brother! Wild Hawk never forgets a kind- ness !” and he passed on. This was spoken in Tuscarora As the tall, stately Man-e-wa-wa strode nlong, he suddenly bent his lofty head carelessly, and said, in the prisoner’s ear : “ Be brave, Roy! Old Sampson never forgets his friends, ° and Whistling Dick never lies /” and he passed on. This was spoken in English. conmicldoolkks.conn