the ears of Peéna with their sounds when he taught her to run his
errands?"

The blood crimsoned deeper into the cheeks of the woman, but with
an effort she subdued the rising feeling of resentment, while she
answered,

"Let Ohquamehud listen, and the darkness shall depart from his path.
The sun has eaten the snows of fifteen winters, and fifteen times the
song of the summer birds have been silent since the Long Beard came
to the river of the Pequots. And the pale faces desired his
companionship, but he turned away his steps from theirs, and built his
wigwam on the Salmon Isle, for the heart of the Long Beard was lonely.
There he speaks to the Great Spirit in the morning clouds. The young
cub that sprung from the loins of Huttamoiden had already put on his
moccasins for the Spirit land, and the tears of Peéna were falling
fast when the Long Beard came to her wigwam. And he stretched his arms
over the boy and asked of the Great Spirit that he might stay to lead
his mother by the hand when she should be old and blind, and to pluck
the thorns from her feet. And the Great Spirit listened, for he loves
the Long Beard, and unloosed the moccasins from the feet of the boy,
and the fire in his breath went out, and he slept, and was well.
Therefore is Peéna a bird to fly with the messages of the Long Beard.
But this is the first time she has heard from white lips the language
of the red man."

The Indian could now comprehend the conduct of the woman. It was
natural she should be grateful to the savior of her child's life, and
ready to show the feeling by the little means in her power. Could he
have looked into her heart, he would have seen that there was more