The wife of an Indian warrior never does.

She merely walked beside him, while he signaled for his son to approach.

He had scarce uttered the call, when Niniotan came bounding from the wood eager to obey the slightest wish of his father.

Seeing from his actions that he was about to depart, he lingered behind until his mother had bidden him good-by, and paused; then he leaped ahead, leading the way as before.
The canoe reached, Oonomoo stepped within it, and Niniotan paddled him out among the trees until he came to where his own canoe was moored, into which the Huron stepped.

As he was about to dip the paddle, he said: "Let Niniotan wait until Oonomoo returns, and he shall go with him upon the next war-path." No pen can picture the glowing happiness that lit up the features of the boy at hearing these words.