The father and mother, attended by all the officers and ladies, stood upon the grassy bank awaiting their approach.

They had seen at a glance that the _little captive_ was with them.
When about to enter the boat, the chief said to some of his young men, "Stand here with the horses, and wait until I return." He was told that the horses should be ferried across and taken care of.
"No," said he; "let them wait." He held his darling by the hand until the river was passed--until the boat touched the bank--until the child sprang forward into the arms of the mother from whom she had been so long separated.
When the chief witnessed that outburst of affection, he could withstand no longer.
"She shall go," said he.

"The mother must have her child again.

I will go back alone." With one silent gesture of farewell he turned and stepped on board the boat.

No arguments or entreaties could induce him to remain at the council, but, having gained the other side of the Niagara, he mounted his horse, and with his young men was soon lost in the depths of the forest.
After a sojourn of a few weeks at Niagara, Mr.Lytle, dreading lest the resolution of the Big White Man should give way, and measures be taken to deprive him once more of his child, came to the determination of again changing his place of abode.