As he uttered these words he pointed upward--a flood of moonlight, streaming down through the trees upon his upturned face, rested like a halo of glory upon his bronzed brow.

Years afterward, when Oonomoo had been gathered to his fathers, and Lieutenant Canfield was an old man, he asserted that he could hear those words as distinctly, and see that reverential expression as plainly as upon that memorable night.
"You are right, Oonomoo." said the Lieutenant, "and I feel the reproof you have given me.

The merciful God is the only one upon whom we can rely, and under Him it is upon your sagacity and skill that I depend." "Dat so--we go purty soon." After resting a half-hour, the two moved forward at a much slower rate than before.

As the moon ascended, its light was so clear and unobstructed that in the open spots in the woods he could easily have read a printed page.

For a night of reconnoitering and action it possessed all the advantages and disadvantages of a clear day.