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84 RED BELT, THE TUSCARORA. The night was very dark; the moon, now, did not rise until after midnight. The air was rawand chilly. At length old Sampson looked up. “Yes, boys,” he said, “ there’s no denying it. You know eyer since April there’s been more or less quarreling and fight- ing, and the thing’s going to wind up in—dlood. I know it.” “ My brother is wise; his words have truth in them. We will see this before the rising and the waning of another moon,” said Red Belt, quietly. “Exactly,” continued old Sampson. “From what I—the old Tuscarora, ha! ha!—heard in the council, I’m satisfied, boys, that that man Dunmore is—well, is a scoundrel! We poor col’nies have suffered many things which weren’t right. That bad-hearted man knows our temper, and he knows our strength. He is trying to get us tangled up with the tribes for a deep purpose. He wants us to get our hands full, then we can’t do any thing against George III. Pshaw! so he thinks / But, boys, we'll see! There’s more than one of us knows Dunmore ; and that black-hearted tool of his—that villain— Derrick Thorne !” The old man paused as a fierce frown suddenly wrinkled his brow, and drove: ey. the half-melancholy shade resting there, And then there was a complete silence, save indeed the rus- tle of the leaves, and the wash of the river. An hour passed thus, and still the hunters looked silently into the smolder- ing coals. The fire was now dim, only occasionally sending up # flashing spark. But then, the old hunter flung upon it an armful of fresh fagots, and soon the fire was speaking and roaring again. “So, my red brother,” at length muttered old Sampson, as if returning to an old topic already discussed—the sad look coming again to his face, “you have determined to return at once to the Scioto, to bring back with you the pretty Mis- Kwa ?” > The Indian bowed quietly. His face was-stern and com- Before the sun rises and sinks seven times, Red Belt must be on his way through the wilderness. Dark battle-clouds Somme beoks: Cc com