Beadle's Dime Novels No. 95 — page 83: what you’re looking at

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BOUND TO A TREE. 88 eye of the chief turned upon him from time to time, with a glance in which no pity could be seen. The strangling bout in the tent had not by any means improved a temper at all times easily roused. | _ They set about collecting dried fagots by moonlight, and — piled them high about the prisoner. When they had risen to his breast, he beckoned to Me-to-ne, with his unbound hand, expressing a wish to speak with him. The Indian came up slowly, and stood before jee prisoner. His countenance was distorted by passion, and his eyes glared defiange at his enemy. “ To- night, ” said he, “ when the chief came into the wig- wam of the Swaying Oak, he only meant to take him and « try him with fire. If he had been pure, he would have escaped, so said his white friend. But the Swaying Oak was much mad, he killed Wa-ne-to, the friend of the Hurons, who was loved in all the Wyandot lodges. Then we became an- gry. We knew that the bad spirit in his breast would stay there until it was consumed. . We will build our fires close, and the Swaying Oak will die.” “The Swaying Oak has been kind to the children of the the Huron nation.” “ When the’ bad spirjt is not in him. He led the warriors against the great wigwam of the Yengees, when the wise chief, Dieskau, was slain. We were sorry for him, for he was a brave man. Many of our warriors fell, because we were told that the Yengees had no big thunder at the wigwam.” “Your own. scouts said that,” “It matters not. We have said the warrior must die. Let him not make many words about it. It is all in vain.” “ You have determined to kill me ?” | “The shade of the fallen Wa-ne-to waits on the shore of the happy river, and will not pass over. until he is sure that we have avenged him. Shall the Hurons go back to their tribe, and say that: Wa-ne-to is dead, and they had his murderer in their hands and let him go free? The Squaws monies spit’ upon us, the boys shoot arrows at us, if we do so.’ “Go on, then, in God’s name; put since I must die, I would like to die like a soldier of France. Let some kind friend shoot me through the head.” comicloooks. com ee