But he wore it and the scalp with a dignity unequalled by any monarch loaded with jewelled orders.

“Some day,” said the Sagamore in my ear, “Tahoontowhee will accept the antlers and the quiver.”

“He would be greater yet if he accepted Christ,” said the Stockbridge quietly.

We had halted to breathe, and were resting on our rifles as the Mohican said this; and I was looking at the Stockbridge who so quietly had confessed his Master, when of a sudden the Wyandotte, who had been leaning against a tree, straightened up, turned his head over his shoulder, stared intently at something which we could not see, and then pointed in silence.

So naturally was it done that we all turned also. Then, like a thunder-bolt, his hatchet flew, shearing the raccoon’s