The lifeless forms were placed in the block-house for the night.

The next morning a large and deep grave was dug in a cool grove just back of the village, into which the two bodies, suitably inclosed, were lowered.

The last rites were performed by the good missionary, and as the sods fell upon the coffins, there was not a dry eye in the numerous assembly.
The avowal of Captain Prescott that the faithful Huron should have a monument erected to his memory, was something more than the impulse of the moment.

Knowing the affection with which he was regarded by the settlers all along the frontier, he took pains to spread the particulars of his death, and to invite contributions for the purpose mentioned.

The response was far more liberal than he had, dared to hope, and showed the vast services of Oonomoo during his life--services of which none but the recipients knew anything.
At this time, there was a band of border rangers in existence, known as the _Riflemen of the Miami_.