One or two Shawnees, however, were not satisfied with what Hans had said, and, after making several more inquiries, they remarked: "Oonomoo, the Huron, is a brave Indian, but could not enter the Shawnee lodges unless the door was opened from within.

Our white brother----" Hans' wife sprung up like a catamount, whose young were attacked.

"You say my brave Hans let her go, eh?
My brave warriors, I will show you," she exclaimed, springing at them in such a perfect fury that they tore out of the wigwam and were seen no more.
"My _dear_ Hans." "My _dear, good_ Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock! de same shape all de way down." And the loving wife and husband embraced with all the fervor of youthful lovers.

And locked thus together, trusting, contented and happy, we take our final leave of them..