"Waubeno," said the agent, "you have heard what your teacher has said. The medal is yours. Here it is. You have reason to be proud of it. Waubeno, arise."
Waubeno arose. The agent held out the medal to him.
"Will you let me look at the medal?" said the boy.
The medal was handed to him. He examined it. He did not smile, or show any emotion. His look was indifferent and stoical. What was passing in his mind?
"The Indian chief is burying his hatchet, in the picture on this side of the medal," he said, slowly.
"Yes," said the Indian agent, "he is a good chief."
"The picture on this side represents Washington, you say?"
"Yes—Washington, the Father of his Country."
"He has a sword by his side, general, has he not? See."
"Yes, Waubeno, he has a sword by his side."