It is for the deliverance of the captives.

The chief points to Catharine--she is free: his white brother may take her--she is his.

But the Indian law of justice must take its course; the condemned, who raised her hand against an Ojebwa chief, must die.

In vain were the tempting stores of scarlet cloth and beads for the women, with powder and shot, laid before the chief: the arrows of six warriors were fitted to the string, and again the dance and song commenced, as if, like the roll of the drum and clangour of the trumpet, it were necessary to the excitement of strong and powerful feelings, and the suppression of all tenderer emotions.
And now a wild and solemn voice was heard, unearthly in its tones, rising above the yells of those savage men.

At that sound every cheek became pale: it struck upon the ear as some funeral wail.