"Follow me." Catharine, wondering at the calm and fearless manner with which the young Mohawk waved back the dusky matron who approached as if with the design of laying hands upon her unwelcome guest, followed with beating heart till they stood in the entrance of the lodge of the Bald Eagle; it was filled with the hunters, who were stretched on skins on the floor reposing in quiet after the excitement of the chase.
The young Mohawk bent her head down and crossed her arms, an attitude of submission, over her breast as she stood in the opening of the lodge; but she spoke no word till the old chief waving back the men, who starting to their feet were gathering round him as if to shield him from danger, and sternly regarding her, demanded from whence she came and for what purpose.
"To submit myself to the will of my Ojebwa father," was the meek reply.
"May the daughter of the Bald Eagle's enemy speak to her great father ?" "Say on," was the brief reply, "the Bald Eagle's ears are open." "The Bald Eagle is a mighty chief, the conqueror of his enemies and the father of his people," replied the Mohawk girl, and again was silent.
"The Mohawk squaw speaks well; let her say on." "The heart of the Mohawk is an open flower, it can be looked upon by the eye of the Great Spirit.

She speaks the words of truth.

The Ojebwa chief slew his enemies, they had done his good heart wrong; he punished them for the wrong they wrought; he left none living in the lodges of his enemies save one young squaw, the daughter of a brave, the grand-daughter of the Black Snake.

The Bald Eagle loves even an enemy that is not afraid to raise the war-whoop or fling the tomahawk in battle.

The young girl's mother was a _brave."_ She paused, while her proud eye was fixed on the face of her aged auditor.