The maidens' heads were bowed, but with shyness, not fear.

The children were happy, their bright faces expressive of the joy they felt in the anticipation of listening to their beloved teachers.
This procession passed between rows of painted savages, standing immovable, with folded arms, and somber eyes.
No sooner had the Christians reached the maple grove, when from all over the clearing appeared hostile Indians, who took positions near the knoll where the missionaries stood.
Heckewelder's faithful little band awaited him on the platform.

The converted Indians seated themselves as usual at the foot of the knoll.

The other savages crowded closely on both sides.

They carried their weapons, and maintained the same silence that had so singularly marked their mood of the last twenty-four hours.