“Well, whoever and whatever she is, she is already thrice protected. By her Indian dress, by her White Bow, and by Lahnowenah’s White Necklace. She is quite safe from every enemy now.”
“Not quite,” said a voice at Wahneenah’s elbow.
But it was only Osceolo, the Simple. Nobody minded him or his words.
CHAPTER V.
HORSES: WHITE AND BLACK.
On the morning of the 15th of August, 1812, the sun rose in unclouded splendor, and transformed the great Lake Michigan into a sheet of gold.
“It is a good omen,” said one of the women at Fort Dearborn, as she looked out over the shining water.
But only the merry children responded to her attempted cheerfulness.