You will readily find one who will rejoice in your conquests, and cheer you under defeat.

To Catharine, the one would be as frightful as the other.

A warrior must wear a steel gauntlet: a glove of kidskin would be torn to pieces in an hour." A dark cloud passed over the face of the young chief, lately animated with so much fire.
"Farewell," he said, "the only hope which could have lighted me to fame or victory!" He remained for a space silent, and intensely thoughtful, with downcast eyes, a lowering brow, and folded arms.

At length he raised his hands, and said: "Father,--for such you have been to me--I am about to tell you a secret.

Reason and pride both advise me to be silent, but fate urges me, and must be obeyed.