a grieved rather than a reproving voice; "he must know the Lord's
Prayer--"

"O yes, yes," replied Jack, desperately clutching at the single
straw. "I meant to ask you to repeat that."

In the same low, reverent voice he had used while reading, the
warrior uttered the inspired petition, which shall last through all
time. When he had finished, he said:

"My brother would like to remember the words as Deerfoot has spoken
them; Deerfoot will print them for him."

And drawing a species of red chalk from the same pocket which held
the Bible, he wrote for several minutes on one of the fly-leaves of
the bock. When he had finished he glanced over the words, carefully
tore out the leaf and handed it across to Jack.

The latter examined the paper, and saw written in a fine, delicate
hand the following words, which are preserved to this day, and
which, when properly pronounced, constitute the Lord's Prayer as it
has been uttered many a time by the dusky lips of the Shawanoe
warrior, when his fiery nature was subdued by its blessed teachings:

"Coe-thin-a, spim-i-key yea-taw-yan-ee, O wes-sa-yeg
yey-sey-tho-yan-ae; Day-pale-i-tum-any-pay-itch tha-key,
yea-issi-tay-hay-yon-ae, issi-nock-i-key, yoe-ma assis-key-kie
pie-sey spin-I-key. Me-li-na-key oe noo-ki cos-si-kie ta-wa-it-ihin
oe yea-wap-a-ki tuck-whan-a; puck-i-tum-I-wa-loo
kne-won-ot-i-they-way. Yea-se-puck-I-tum-a-ma-chil-i-tow-e-ta