seek to drive him from the wigwams of his fathers? His brothers
are already gone to the happy hunting-grounds. Will the Pale Face
seek him there?" And, averting his face from the Judge, he hastily
slipped a silver cake-basket beneath his blanket, to conceal his
emotion.

"Muck-a-Muck has spoken," said Genevra, softly. "Let him now
listen. Are the acorns of the mountain sweeter than the esculent
and nutritious bean of the Pale Face miner? Does my brother prize
the edible qualities of the snail above that of the crisp and
oleaginous bacon? Delicious are the grasshoppers that sport on the
hillside,--are they better than the dried apples of the Pale Faces?
Pleasant is the gurgle of the torrent, Kish-Kish, but is it better
than the cluck-cluck of old Bourbon from the old stone bottle?"

"Ugh!" said the Indian,--"ugh! good. The White Rabbit is wise.
Her words fall as the snow on Tootoonolo, and the rocky heart of
Muck-a-Muck is hidden. What says my brother the Gray Gopher of
Dutch Flat?"

"She has spoken, Muck-a-Muck," said the Judge, gazing fondly on his
daughter. "It is well. Our treaty is concluded. No, thank you,--
you need NOT dance the Dance of Snow Shoes, or the Moccasin Dance,
the Dance of Green Corn, or the Treaty Dance. I would be alone. A
strange sadness overpowers me."

"I go," said the Indian. "Tell your great chief in Washington, the
Sachem Andy, that the Red Man is retiring before the footsteps of
the adventurous Pioneer. Inform him, if you please, that westward
the star of empire takes its way, that the chiefs of the Pi-Ute