As his head drooped, she sustained it and gradually ceased, until he slept.
Oonomoo awoke in a short time, and reseated himself by the side of his wife.
"Where is Niniotan ?" he asked, looking around him.
"He is dressing the meat of the deer which he slew this morning.

Shall I call him ?" "No, I am not yet tired of my Fluellina." The happy wife replied by placing her warm cheek against his, and holding it there a moment.
"Oonomoo has no wounds upon him," said she, raising her head and looking at his breast and shoulders.
"But he has been in danger." "No scalps hang at his girdle." "_And none shall ever hang there again._" "Not the scalp of the Shawnee ?" "No," replied the Huron, in a voice as deep and solemn as a distant peal of thunder.
Fluellina looked at her husband a moment, with her face lit up by a strange expression.

Then, as she read the determination impressed upon his countenance, and knew the sacredness with which he regarded his pledged word, she sunk down on her knees, and clasping her hands, turned her dark, soulful eyes to heaven and uttered the one exclamation: "Great Spirit, I thank thee!" The kneeling Indian woman, her face radiant with a holy happiness, the stern warrior, his dark countenance lighted up as he gazed down upon her as if the long obscured sun had once more struggled from behind the clouds--these two silent figures in the green wood of their island home formed a picture touchingly beautiful and sublime.
Who can picture the glory that illuminated the soul of the Huron warrior, the divine bliss that went thrilling through his very being, as he uttered this vow, and felt within him the consciousness that never, never again would he be overcome by the temptation to tear the scalp from the head of his enemy, the vengeful Shawnee.
"When has Fluellina seen the Moravian missionary ?" he asked, as she reseated herself beside him.
"But a short time since.

He inquired of Oonomoo." "Oonomoo will visit him soon." "Can he not go with Fluellina to-day ?" "When the sun is yonder," replied the Huron, pointing to a place which it would reach in about half an hour, "he must go, and when the sun sinks in the west, he must be many miles from here." "When will he return again ?" "He cannot tell.

He goes to befriend the white man and maid who is in the hands of the Shawnees." "Fluellina will wait and will pray for Oonomoo and for them." "Oonomoo will pray for himself, and his arm will be strong, for he fights none but warriors." "And Niniotan will grow up like him; he will be a brave warrior who, I pray, will take no scalp from the head of his foe." "What think the missionary of Niniotan ?" "He finds that the blood of Oonomoo flows strong in his veins.