As soon as the day began to dawn, he was up, called for his arms, and after thanking me in the brief Indian style of politeness, departed for the forest.

He had found our doors all fastened, save a low back door, through which he entered, passing through a back room so full of miscellaneous articles, that it was difficult to go through it in the day time without upsetting something; but the Indian understood all this, he made no noise, nor would he have spoken at all, had I not awakened; and yet, he would have scorned to injure any one beneath the roof that gave him shelter, unless he had been intoxicated.
One sabbath afternoon, one of my children was sitting in the door, when a tall, emaciated Indian came up and said, "Will my little lady please to give me a drink of water ?" While she went for it, I invited him to a seat within.

There was something dignified and commanding in his appearance, and something in his voice and countenance, that won my confidence and respect at once.

He remained in the place some time, and I learned his history.
In his younger days he had been a great warrior; and even now, when recounting, as he often did, the scenes of the battle field, his eye would burn with savage fire, lighting up his whole countenance with the fiercest kind of bravery, and often with a hideous yell that would startle our very souls, he would burst from the room and bound over the fields and forest, with the fleetness of a deer--making the woods ring with his frightful war-cry, until the blood seemed ready to curdle in our veins.

He had also been one of the famous Tecumseh's braves; and had stood by him when he fell on the fifth of October, 1813.