has promised the red skins a feast," returned the governor.
"Were he to leave it to his young warriors to provide
it, he would not be able to receive the Ottawa like a
great chief, and to make peace with him as he could wish."

"My father has a great deal of cloth, red, like the blood
of a pale face," pursued the Indian, rather in demand
than in observation, as he pointed with his finger to
the opposite end of the room. "When the Ottawa was here
last, he did not see it."

"The great chief of the Ottawas knows that the great
father of the Saganaw has a big heart to make presents
to the red skins. The cloth the Ottawa sees there is
sufficient to make leggings for the chiefs of all the
nations."

Apparently satisfied with this reply, the fierce Indian
uttered one of his strong guttural and assentient "ughs,"
and then commenced filling the pipe of peace, correct on
the present occasion in all its ornaments, which was
handed to him by the Delaware chief. It was remarked by
the officers this operation took up an unusually long
portion of his time, and that he frequently turned his
ear, like a horse stirred by the huntsman's horn, with
quick and irrepressible eagerness towards the door.

"The pale warrior, the friend of the Ottawa chief, is
not here," said the governor, as he glanced his eye along
the semicircle of Indians. "How is this? Is his voice