Niniotan, I offer you a home at our mission-house so long as you choose to remain.

Your mother was brought to me when an infant, and I have educated her in the fear of God.

Will you go with me ?" The boy replied in his native dialect: "Niniotan will never forget the words of Oonomoo.

His heart is warm toward the kind father of Fluellina, and he will never forget him.

The woods are the home of Niniotan, the green earth is his bed and the blue sky is his blanket.