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72 RED BELT, THE TUSCARORA. young man by the arm, pointed silently to the tent-pole. It was shaking violently. The prisoner started backward in amazement ; for, quick as lighining, the dark form of a savage dropped lightly from above, upon the floor of the tent. “ Rep Bert!” “ Mis-kwa !” And the lovers were locked in a long, yearning embrace, Oh! the bliss of that brief moment to those poor hearts, which time and terrible circumstances had so sundered. But it was only a moment. The noble Indian gently selelnea the maiden from his breast, and murmured, softly : “ May the Great Spirit be thanked, my wild rose of the for- est, my beautiful Red Sky of the Morning, that your brave can see you once again! Alas, alas! my Mis-kwa, Red Belt has not come now to woo his mateless one—he has not come now to whisper sweet words in the ear of his beloved. No, no, not now! He comes to save his friend, and the time is fast specding.” Raising her soft, lustrous eyes to the face of the young warrior, she gently whispered back : “The words of her brave are laws to Mis-kwa! And Mis- kwa will pray to the Manitou in the sky, for the day to come when she may gather wild-flowers to bind around the brow of her brave, when he shall return again, strong and proud, to his tribe, and when Mis-kwa will be his bride, and set his lodge in order.” | Then Red Belt turned toward the prisoner. Only a glance, and the two men—the red and the white, were*locked in a fraternal embrace. But, the young Indian quickly released himself; he had already said that the time was speeding, “My brother,’ he said, in a low tone, “ we have work be- fore us. The great hunter awaits our coming. He is in rifle- shot ; we must not keep him. And Mis-kwa, Red Belt is proud of his wild flower—yet now, she must be’gone. Press those: dear lips once more to mine and be gone! Be gone, with the” promise from your brave, that he will come again for you, and then we will walk together the path of life. Fare thee well—and be brave, my beautiful Red ‘Sky of Morning !” coniebodkey com > - ae x.