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- DISHONORED. 29 him were entirely willing to be commanded by him, for they had the highest: respect for his courage and sagacity, and they _ longed to distinguish: themselves, as well as to bring home scalps to hang in the deserted jedges of the fallen. ) 9 - Kotselo, having completed his company; made them a little speech, after the manner of a militia brigadier, and went ‘to his lodge to procure his weapons, and make other prepara- tions for the expedition. Hé was gone only: a short time, but when he returned, he found his followers grouped together in silence, and: casting upon him compassionate looks as he ap- proached. His horse was gone; and its wrarliite og meneame were scattered on the ground. © ‘The mystery was soon) euplalndds Nipanuekawe, the chief had taken possession of the young warriors’ horses, including the animal that was to bear him on the expedition, and had turned them in valent his. own; thus sb psores tine them » himself. | It was enough! a young and ambitious warrior could batdiy be more thoroughly disgraced. No- Major-General, relieved of command on the everdt an.important campaign, which he had planned and matured with the: greatest care; could feel the indignity more acutely than this red-skinned commander of twelve men. Kotselo felt as if he could give vent to his mor- tification and disappointment in a burst of tears, but it would never do fora warrior to exhibit. such weakness: He con- trolled his feelings, and walked away, with proud but sorrow- ful bearing. He could not help himself; the chief might do as he pleased, and was a mop a ; there was no mien _— Vin in the wilderness.” He went to ‘his lodge, washed off nis pala, laid aside all his war-costume and ornaments, except: his long, red plume, and strolled sadly out into the timber, where he sat down un- der a tree, to commune with his ow bitter thoughts. The motive of the chief was plain: he wisled:to humiliate the young warrior, and punish him forthe tender feclings that he was supposed to entertain for La-la. Hehad taken the meanest, as well as easiest and most. effectual means of accom- Plishing this object, and Kotselo deeply felt the disgrace that had been so wrongfully cast upon him. He-was an unhorsed and dishonored warrior; all the deeds by which he: had: gained COmMicDOokxs.Conn