they drew no fish from the great lake; we threw them the bones."
"All this I have heard and believe," said the white man, observing that the Indian paused; "but it was long before the English came into the country."
"A pine grew then where this chesnut now stands. The first pale faces who came among us spoke no English. They came in a large canoe, when my fathers had buried the tomahawk with the red men around them. Then Hawk-eye," he continued, betraying his deep emotion, only by permitting his voice to fall to those low guttural tones, which render his language, as spoken at times, so very musical; "then, Hawk-eye, we were one people, and we were happy. The salt lake gave us its fish, the wood its deer, and the air its birds. We took wives, who bore us children; we worshipped the Great Spirit; and we kept the Maquas beyond the sound of our songs of triumph!"
"Know you anything of your own family, at that time?" demanded the white. "But you are a just man for an Indian! and as I suppose you hold their gifts, your
