Niniotan goes to them." [Illustration: Niniotan stood like a statue, his arms folded and his stony gaze fixed upon the senseless forms of his parents.] Turning his back upon his white friends, the young warrior walked away and soon disappeared from sight in the arches of the forest.

[He kept his word, living a life of usefulness as had Oonomoo, being the unswerving friend of the whites all through Tecumseh's war, and dying less than ten years since in the Indian Territory beyond the Mississippi, loved and respected by the whites as well as by all of his own kindred.] "Friends," said the missionary, "you have witnessed a scene which I trust will not be lost upon you.

Live and die in the simple faith of this untutored Indian and all will be well." "Captain," added the speaker, addressing Captain Prescott, "he has been a true friend to our race for years, and we must do him what kindness we can.

If we leave these bodies here, the Shawnees will return and mutilate them--" "God bless me! it shan't be done! it shan't be done! Form a litter, boys, form a litter, and place them on it.

We'll bury them at the settlement, and build them a monument a thousand feet high--yes, sir--every inch of it." A few minutes later, the party, bearing among them the bodies of Oonomoo and Fluellina, set out for the settlement, which was reached just as the sun was disappearing in the west.