"Thanks, Chief," the young man said with a sigh of relief; "forgive this start of terror which I could not overcome, but on perceiving you I feared lest some misfortune bad happened."
"A son must love his mother: my brother's feeling is natural; it comes from the Wacondah. When I left the Village of Flowers, the old greyhead, the companion of my brother's mother, wished to start with me."
"Poor ño Eusabio," the young man muttered, "he is so devoted to us."
"The Sachems would not consent; greyhead is necessary to my brother's mother."
"They were right, Chief; I thank them for retaining him. Have you followed my trail from the village?"
"I did."
"Why did you not awake me on your arrival?"
"Loyal Heart was asleep. Black-deer did not wish to trouble his sleep: he waited."
"Good! my brother is a Chief; he acted as he thought advisable."
"Black-deer is intrusted with a message from the Sachems to Loyal Heart. He wishes to smoke the calumet in council with him."