Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 61 of 102
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STRANGE VISTTORS, | 68 Mohawk country, having a wholesome dread of its rightful owners. ; . One day two Indians came into the cabin, having crogsed the river on a raft. Both were dusty and travel-stained, and their moccasins wefe worn. The first was a man somewhat beyond the middle age, with a sharp, searching eye, which never rested long upon any one object, but wandered from one to another, with a keen, inquisitive gaze. + Maggie was alone in the cabin, and hardly knew what to do with her strange visitors, who seated themselves in the corner and watched her motions about the little cabin. She knew enough of Indian costume to be very certain that the savages did not belong to any tribe with which she was ac- quainted. | They spoke in a dialect which she understood, having learned it from her mother, the patois of the Canadas. She answered them in the same, much to their surprise. Calling in her mother, who neglected no opportunity of making friends among the tribes, the old woman at once entered into conver- sation with them. “ Have my brothers traveled far ?” ~“ From the city of the great French war-chief” * Quebec ?” » “ Yes,” said the spokesman. “Is our mother a child of France ?” “ She is a Huron,” replied ‘Mothef Ann, quietly. “ Ugh !” said the warrior, with a gesture of surprise, “How can she be a Huron, when her skin is white ?” _. “My mother was a Huron, and she was the wife of a French war-chief.”. “The warrior is old,” said the spokesman again, “ and his memory is long. Perhaps she can speak thé name of her mother.” “ Wah-ta-ha.” “ Wah-ta-ha was the child of a chief She went away when the warrior was a pappoose, But he has heard them speak of it in the councils. My mother’s words are good, if she can show the tokens which hér mother, as a Huron, must have given her.” ~ «The old woman bared her skinny arm and disclosed, near ‘“ « comiclbooks.conn