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oe A The New York Library. re though he started, and tared pale when she uttered the name. “He mast not be spoken of, at least for the present!” “Yet he speaks to me from his bloody grave, and bids me demand justice for Ms son—for my boy!” said the woman, boldly, and her dark eye flashed, and her form seemed to swell to a prouder height when she spoke. “Enough, Dyagetto; no more, until I see you alone !” said he, speaking to her in her own tongue. She bowed her head and was silent. “ What a noble-looking boy ; he seems born for a warrior !” said Guy Johnson, as he look- ed at Thayendanegea. “But how very beautiful. is his sister!” said John Johnson, whose admiring eye was fixed upon her. And she, too, was gazing upon him, but was in wonder, for he was dressed very richly, withal was handsome, and she never before had seen @ being beside her brother, who looked so noble as he did. She did not con- strue his ardent gaze in the manner which one who knew of the world and its ways would ; therefore ‘her eyes were not cast down, nor did a blush rise to express emotions of anger or of mortification. But Dyagetto saw the look, divined his thoughts, and quickly said: “We will retire, my children; when Sir William wishes to see me, he can send for me!” “See to their comfort; Maleoom,” said the baronet; “ haye rooms assigned them, and tell the steward to see that they are refreshed. And keep a guard about, not upon them, but for them | the old Mvhawk chief is crafty and dangerous!” The soldier’s salute was his only reply, as he turned upon his heel and left the room, followed by the Indian woman and her chil- dren a That bo steps as proudly as a king,” said Guy, as Thayendanegea strode away. “There is kingly blood in his veins!” said Sir Wiliam, but he did not speak of them again during the course of the meal, CHAPTER V. Foiled, in. his intentions against Dyagetto and her children, by the o 6 lle ah and action of Malcom, the od Mohawk chief sullenly returned to his village. It was on the banks of the rushing stream which bore the name of his tribe, nestled in amid gentle slopes which were covered with corn, melons, etc., and few, to look upon the:neat houses, the tasteful enclosures, the well-laden fruit trees, would have deemed that none but. savages dwelled there, This proved that the red man, could imitate the pale-face in the. procurement of comforte—alas, that he can so pati also imitate the vices of the white man; fcr, phys cally, he is far the noblest of the two. When he arrived, he dismissed the warriors, who had been with him, with a caution to be silent about the occurrences of the morning, and then sent for his son, a warrior almost in age, if notin action, for he was at least five years the senior of Thayendanegea, He was talland powerful in appearance, yet there was, no true nobility in hig appearance, for the ex- pression of his countenange told of a low and crafty nature, of a disposition ORIRE open cougage, manliness, and generosity, , His dress redylent of ornament, and his face without a sear, and ornamented weapons without marks of, use, told as much of his caaracter as I could deseribe in half a chapter. .. , : \* Ipisico,” gaid the old, chief, as his son en- tered his. lodge, from which, he-had sent out. the women previously, pots oH ti ea iit takes. me,up to, the, happy bunfing- ade who will tte a chief in my stead? who be, the head man plthe Mohawks?” . 2). se does my father ask?” replied. the. ang Indian. “Who but [pisico wil then chief?” ae ae , _* Another may claim the place?” . , “But he will have no right. I am va oa + “Yet anotives dives who will claim that his right. is better, than that of Ipisico!”, , “The Mohawks will not listen to him!” hawks’ ears, they will know him as chief, and bid. Jpisico hide his head!” “ Who is he? He must die? . “ Ipisico now speaks like a warrior! Let him act as such! Yes, the boy who would fill the plare of Ipisico, must die, and Ipisico must slay him!” “Yes, where does he sleep!” said Ipisico, erly. “Would you fear to slay him, were he awake and standing before you ?” asked the old chief, with a touch of sarcasm in his tone “Oh, no! Ipisico knows no fear!” said the young Indian, and even as he spoke, he glanced quickly around, as if he feared some one would hear his boast. ‘ Where is this pretender ?” “In the castle of the great pale face, pro- tected under his wing!” replied the old chief “ Who is he?” “The son of Ogahtee, whose place I fill!” “My father dreams. Ogahtee’s son died with his father—so all the tribe know !” “ Not so—a woman’s prayers saved his life He is the tree aéross thy path!” “ Which I will eut away !” said Ipisico, in a bitter tone, for he had too long and im- tiently looked for the day when he should be chief, to be willing to lose it without a struggle, coward even though he was by nature. “Yes, it must be done, and by thy hand But not yet—it must be a work of time and care. Yesterday, I quarreled with the great sale-faced ¢aief for thee. To-day I must make: pmb smooth, for he has too much strength or me, and the cunning of the fox must meet the strength of the bear. Ipisico must go with me to the castle, for I shall ask the great chief to make Ipisico wise in his school, and we will yet be too wise for him!” “What my father says is d, but I do not like the school of the pale-face !” “Nor yet that of the hunter, or the warrior!” said the oldchief, gloomily. ‘‘ When I was of thy age, there were whe at my belt, and my father’s lodge was full of game !”’ The young Indian made noreply, but looked sullenly down upon rio has for the rebuke 40 conveyed was meri The old chief gazed at him for a moment, ~ad then said: “You. are son—my blood is in your veins—you have a strong heart, but it has been asleep! Let it wake up,and you shall yet be a great brave, and a mighty chief!” _ “The ears of Ipisico are open—his eyes shal] see the path, his father marks out for him, and his feet shall not leave it?” replied the young Indian. “Tt is well! Make ree to go to the eastle of the pale-faced chief “After he had dined, and learned that the ne- vessities of Dyagetto and her, family had been properly attended to, Sir V iNiam sent for her to come to his library, for he wished to-con- verse pig er y a few wi bereee elapse: r he had sent the summons before tact a ape a to: for with that natural, and not blameable, pride which seems an inherent part of woman-nature, she. had taken the first opportunity te renovate her toilet, and make herself as look-at-able as pos- sible. Not from vanity or coquetry on her part, she was above that, but from an innate sense of decency which her intercourae with the whites had increased, rather than lessened. Sir William, whom history records as a sensualist, of the most immoderate kind, looked with aa eager eye upon. beauties fully matured, et not lessened by her age, when she entered ; ut, her, cold ey haughty look chilled the words o Hat which he was about to utter, and he simply pointed to a chair, and bade her be seated. ' “ What does, the great chief wish with Dy- agetto ?”’ s ; eh she took her seat, _ “To ask you why you left the Miamis? why came here, where you knew you would meet danger to yourself and children?”, “Te the great chief of the spree my Sepa or MI CHPHY | she asked. “ Your friend. ry do you ask?” .“ Because if he is my friend, he is powerful, and I should fear no other &es!” “Not Aroghyadecka, the Mohawk Chief?" “ Not even he, the murderer of my hushand | and the usurper of his place, whom, even. | have biytasied Vou who have fed in "Tay husband’s wigwam, and slept while he watch over you! , upon the grave of my husband, to see the paths which I trod in my childhood—to drink of the cool waters of my birth-place! Te bring my children here, where you might sea ou asked me why I came baek - from the Miamis? It was to look once more , _- ~~ ow ESS SD SD | them, and when I laid down beside my Ogah tee, as soon I shall, that you might be just and protect them who were without father or mother!” Sir William seemed strangely affected while the noble Indian woman spoke in a toae of im- passioned earnestness. After some moments of agitation, he spoke : “ Dyagetto, you have been deeply wronged— I have been a party to much of your wrong ; but policy and circumstances drove me to much which I would recall, were it possible. But you have come to me for justice and arg tection, TheJast you shall have, and the first, so far as it is in my power to render!” “Shall Thayendanegea fill the place ,of his father, and shall the scalp of that father’s murderer dangle from his lodge-pole?” asked the woman, erly, asking, mother-like, all for her son, and nothing for herself. “In time he shall know that he is chief of the Mohawks, and the tribe shall know it, and then, if he becomes the warrior which his looks now promise—” ; “ He has the soul of Ogahtee—his heart, is big, and he is brave!” said the proud mother. “Then he shall have my, aid to place him where his brave father stood—my aid to avenge Ogahtee’s death !” | The haughty pride of the Indian woman melted in a moment, and tears sparkled in her | great black eyes, while she threw herself upon er knees before the baronet, and pressed his hands to her lips. ; “Dyagetto thanks the great chief for his promise !” she said, in broken accents, for she was sobbing with joy. Sir William lifted her up, and bade her be seated again. “The time for this has not yet come!” he continued, “nor, must Thayendanegea yet know who or what he is. I do not yet ab- solye you from your promise, of seoresy, for he must be educated and prepared for his sition. I will confide in Dyagetto, for I ow that she is good and wise—she will nt — to other ears what I give to her's alone!” , “A chain is upon Dyagetto’s tongue when the great chief wills it!” replied the woman. “Then I will speak. The colonies, begin- ning to feel their strength, are already almost in open rebellion again our father, the king, beyond the seas. war is almost certain, 8 war in which tney will strive, but strive in vain, for independence. Many will be loyal, and the. king has many warriors whom he will send over to crush the rebellion, and to aid those who are loyal, I know that my 10d brothers will fight for the king, for he is rich and great, and will makethem many presents ; and the colonies are. poor, and cannot do it. And, in such a war, the chief of the Mohawks, the first tribe of the Six, Nations, will be. a great man! It_is my wish that Thayenda- negea should learn well the language and the arts of the white man, for a great path is be- fore him, and I will put his feet upon it! Is Dyagetto willing that her children should re- main in my family, and be treated as my own are treated ?” | The Indian woman looked .him steadily in the face for some moments before she replied, as if she would read the inmost thoughts of his soul, and then;she said :. ) “ Dyagetto is willing—the words of the great chief are good in her ears!” “ And Dyagetto, too, will make her home beneath my roof.” | “ Dyagetto would live with her people, and be free to go and come as she wills!” replied the woman. 3 “She shall have her wish,” said Sir Wil- liam. ‘And, now, let Dyagetto go and tell Thayendanegea to, come here, for I would EN 0 hima, ABE put hope and wisdom in his eart.” iat The Indian woman bowed her head, and left, the room, “So far, so good!” said Sir William, when he was alone. “I wish old Aroghyadecka was, out of the way, . His son is not to be feared; but Laragdin 5 4 ned sas the old man is crafty, an e popu- lar with. his people. ., Hf Thayendanegea were, only a few years older, a blow, right be struck Ein Cet etae Gin neal a eer “at sty St el na en uy, of the bar x ru ted by the entrance of Rigg 8 iodian, of whom he spoke, . rh 4g rhvge't int ake e Advancing proudly, with « step at once €omicbooks -_x-