CHAPTER II.
OTHER CHARACTERS.
"He joys to scour the prairies wide, Upon the bison's trail; To pierce his dark and shaggy hide With darts that never fail.
"His is the lion's strength in war, In peace, the lion's rest; And the eagle hath not flown so far As his fame throughout the West." Upon leaving the Huron, Hans Vanderbum hurried toward the village, as rapidly as the peculiar structure of his body would allow.

As has been remarked, he was well acquainted with Oonomoo, knowing him to be a faithful ally of his race.

He was anxious, therefore, to show his friendship to the savage.

Down, too, somewhere in the huge heart of the plethoric Dutchman, was a kindly feeling for the distress of a human being, and he felt willing and anxious to befriend any hapless captive that had fallen into the hands of the relentless Shawnees.
So absorbed was he in meditating, that he took no heed of his footsteps until he was suddenly confronted by his spouse, Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock, who, flourishing a sort of hoe over his head, demanded, or rather screeched: "Where's your fish ?" Hans Vanderbum winked very rapidly, and putting his hands up over his head, as if to protect it, "I forgots all about dem.

I goes right back and gots dem." He wheeled around as he spoke, receiving a resounding whack from the hoe, by way of a reminder, and went lumbering through the woods in search of his basket of fish.