Conclusion LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
"Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock, ain't you got dat cooked ?" A girl, fifteen or sixteen years of age, seated on the ground, beside a squaw.
Mary Prescott.
"If you don't want to be killed, get up," said the young officer.
"Niniotan, my son, is late." "You have saved me, and I want to grasp your hand for it." But Oonomoo and the Miami had whipped out their knives.
So terrible did the exasperated Huron appear, that the entire party of Shawnees paused out of sheer horror.
Niniotan stood like a statue, his arms folded and his stony gaze fixed upon the senseless forms of his parents.
OONOMOO, THE HURON..