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a = ji Sy ae | IP snapped his thumb.and fingers. . After a pause, he adaedl, Anquiringly : “Young Long-knife got squaw ee Receiving no an Bwer, he continued: _ © Marie’’—the name had become familiar through the French nriests—‘‘Marie, good face—good squaw”— {again pointing to the scene of her devote! attention to her uncle)}—‘‘ Marie take brave—Kishkalwa bravye—Shaw- ano big chief—hunt much—plenty.” As the design of the visit gradually developed itself in the broken, but intelligible speech of the warrior, the af- _ frighted object of it started to her feet, and exclaime) : “Oh, yes, you area brave, Kishkalwa! you have a good squaw! Iam a poor, feeble girl—I cannot serve you. I have kindred in other places—you will let me go home? The Great Spirit will reward you—I am ef a Jif __ ferent people—I cannot be happy here. The chief wil! let me go—you are a great warrior, and I am a weak woman —you will not keep me ?” The energy of Marie’s entreaty, which she strove to make intelligible to the unskilful ears of the Indian, was _ more manifest in her tones than in her words. Currie) " gway by her fears, she fell on her knees before him, and clasped her hands in earnest persaasion. Bat Kisikilwa stood without the least appearance of a change of purp 3», ‘On the contrary, he renewed in various forms what he really considered an adyantageons offer; and meeting at first with entreaties—then with frantie repulses, as his ad- vances became more free, he at last said, ferociously: **Young Long-knife want Marie! He die now— . s00n !"’ It were vain to attempt a conception, mnch more a de- _ Scription, of the sufferines of the tortured Marie. The life of the only being whom she could call her friend—au! the ee © Squaw. This corruption of a Delaware word was current “awongst all the tribes. and was a kind o° nuiversal terin he whier <> Scenery 9:omns to the whites. The true Shawano wed THE PHANTOM CHIEF. Gs