"But, as nothing when weighed in the balance with his loved child."
"And then the poor servants! Oh! what an awful sight to see them tomahawked when praying for mercy."
"And, I am told, by their only survivor, Cato there, that none implored so earnestly for them as did you yourself, never once asking for your own life, which was in such peril."
"I thought that I might accomplish something for them, but it was useless. Cato only escaped, and it was Providence, alone, that saved him."
"What ye 'scussin' ob my name for?" called out the negro, who had caught a word or two of the last remark.
"Stop noise," commanded Oonomoo, peremptorily.
"Hebens, golly! ain't dem two talkin', and can't I frow in an obserwashun once in a while, eh?"
"Dey love—talk sweet—you nigger and don't love!"
"Oh, dat's de difference, am it? Well, den, I forefwif proceeds all for to cease making remarks. But before ceasing altogever, I will obsarve that you are a pretty smart feller, Oonymoo, and I hain't see'd de Shawnee Injine yet dat knows as much as your big toe. Hencefofe I doesn't say noffin more;" and the negro held strict silence for a considerable time.
Lieutenant Canfield and Miss Prescott conversed an hour or so longer, in tones so low that they were but a mere murmur to the Huron, and then as the forest grew more tangled and gloomy, their words became fewer in number, until the conversation gradually ceased altogether.