The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 12 Page 42

knees; I poured on it from my sack a little parched corn, well salted, and laid beside it a bit of dry and twisted meat. Tahoontowhee did the same. Then, very gravely and in silence we ate our morning meal with this stranger, as though he had been a friend of many years.

“The birds sing sweetly,” observed Tahoontowhee politely.

“The weather is fine,” said I urbanely.

“The Master of Life pities the world He fashioned. All should give thanks to Him at sunrise,” said the runner quietly.

The brief meal ended, Tahoontowhee laid his sack for a pillow; the strange Oneida stretched out on the ground, laid his dusty head on it, and closed his eyes. The next moment he opened them and rose to