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° 74 : THE TWIN sOOUTS. re “ The fields are no longer pleasant,” replied the chief, calmly, “for the foot of war has been set upon them. Let the white » girl go forth, and look about her. | She will see pleasant lakes, and hear the music of falling waters. The fields are very green, and the woods ring with the music of the birds. If the white girl loyes all these, she can find. them near the lodge of the Hurons.” . “The woods are not-my own, and the waterfall is not in my native river. «The skins of the Huronssare red; mine is white, I can not Pasrail in the lodges of the Huron, Let me spel to mY own people, and my heart shall be made~ glad,’ “The Pleasant Voice asks g90 much. She can not return _ to the lodges of her people.. The way is long, and her feet would tire. Let her be content, and dwell in the pleasant lands of the Huron. See, I am a Mohawlg and a war-chief ; “but T left the home of my father, the:tumbling river and the pleasant lakes, and found a new home with the Hurons of * the lakes. They had a welcome and a warm lodge for the chief, and they gave him their hands in friendship. He is happy here; why, then, may not tH Pleasant Voice 2” ~ “Tt can not be; her heart.is with her own people.” “When I was in the land of the English, I saw two cages hung against a wall. In one was a bird from the free woods, and in the other one with wings of gold. The first one beat its wings against the wire, and died. The other sung sweet songs all the day long.” “Did you not long to see that bird at liberty? Did it make you happy when it died ?” | Hau-do was silent ; his Indian nature had indeed revolted at the confinement of the bird, _ “T am like that bid,” continued Flora; “I can not live away from my people.” If you keep me, I shall die.” “The white girl is alone.. She is afraid there will be none— to fill her lodge with meat in winter. It is well. -do has a large lodge, and it is empty. She shall be the wife of a great chief.” “ Never. “The Pleasant Voice says it, but what can she do? Isshe not # prisoner ?” - oinichooks; Com —