"He speaks the truth: I am a great warrior; I took the scalp of the Quakel[13]--" [Footnote 13: _Quakels_--a corruption of Quakers, whom the Indians of Pennsylvania originally designated as the sons of _Onos_, that being one of the names they bestowed upon Penn.] "And of his wife and children--you left not one alive!--Ay!" continued Nathan, fastening his looks upon the amazed chief, "you slew them all! And he that was the husband and father was the Shawnees' friend, the friend even of Wenonga!" "The white-men are dogs and robbers!" said the chief: "the Quakel was my brother; but I killed him.

I am an Indian--I love white-man's blood.

My people have soft hearts; they cried for the Quakel: but I am a warrior with no heart.

I killed them: their scalps are hanging to my fire-post! I am not sorry; I am not afraid." The eyes of the prisoner followed the Indian's hand, as he pointed, with savage triumph, to the shrivelled scalps that had once crowned the heads of childhood and innocence, and then sank to the floor, while his whole frame shivered as with an ague-fit.
"My brother is a great medicine-man," iterated the chief: "he shall show me the Jibbenainosay, or he shall die." "The chief lies!" cried Nathan, with a sudden and taunting laugh: "he can talk big things to a prisoner, but he fears the Jibbenainosay!" "I am a chief and warrior.

I will fight the white-man's devil!" "The warrior shall see him then," said the captive, with extraordinary fire.