Fully sensible of this, this same Huron had come upon one of their most distinguished warriors when he was as helpless as an infant, and could have been scalped by a mere child.

But the magnanimous savage had acted the part of a good Samaritan, feeding and warming him and sending him on his way in the morning, refreshed and strengthened.

Such a deed as this could never be forgotten, either by the recipient or those of his tribe to whom it became known.
During the narrative the Huron stood with arms folded, and as insensible to the praises of Heigon as if he had not uttered a syllable since the advent of his companions.

He who appeared to be the leading warrior now asked: "Whither does my brother Huron wish to go ?" "To the Shawnee village on the shore of the Miami." "We journey thither, and will take our brother with us." "Oonomoo goes as the enemy of the Shawnees.

He goes to save a pale-faced maiden who has fallen into their hands.