She had had another child--a boy, born two years before Niniotan, but he had died when but six years of age, and was buried in the clear depths of the water which surrounded his home.
Regularly every month, Fluellina, accompanied by her son, visited a Moravian missionary who dwelt with his family on the site of the once flourishing station of Gnadenhutten, where, in 1782, was enacted one of the darkest episodes in American history.

It was here the infamous monster, Colonel Williamson, murdered the one hundred Moravian Indians--a crime for which it seems a just God would have smitten him and his followers to the earth.

Here this faithful Huron woman and her son received instruction in holy things from the aged missionary--a white man who alone knew the relation which she bore to the famous Huron, Oonomoo, and who never betrayed it to his dying day.

By this means, her regular visits were rendered safe and free from the annoyance of being watched--an exemption she never could have had, had any one else suspected the truth.
Fluellina succeeded in inducing her husband to visit this missionary on several occasions, when he proved an attentive listener to the aged disciple of God.

He took in every doctrine and subscribed to every truth except one--that of loving his enemies.