“Powell—Miss Powell.”
“What! That name is not Indian?”
“No, gentlemen; the lady is no savage, I assure you; she can play and sing, and read and write too—such pretty billets-doux. Is it not so, lieutenant?”
Before the latter could make reply, another spoke:
“Is not that the name of the young chief who has just been arrested?”
“True,” answered Ringgold; “it is the fellow’s name. I had forgotten to say that she is his sister.”
“What! the sister of Osceola?”
“Neither more nor less—half-blood like him too. Among the whites they are known by the name of Powell, since that was the cognomen of the worthy old gentleman who begot them. Osceola, which signifies ‘the Rising Sun,’ is the name by which he is known among the Seminoles; and her native appellation—ah, that is a very pretty name indeed.”
“What is it? Let us hear it; let us judge for ourselves.”
“Maümee.”