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By his side he saw two long poles of basswood, with some strips of green bark

and pieces of grapevine laced across and tied fast to the poles. Evidently



this had served as a litter on which he had been carried. From his wet clothes

and the position of the sun, now low in the west, he concluded he had been



brought across the river and was now miles from the fort. In front of him he

saw three Indians sitting before a fire. One of them was cutting thin slices



from a haunch of deer meat, another was drinking from a gourd, and the third

was roasting a piece of venison which he held on a sharpened stick. Isaac knew



at once the Indians were Wyandots, and he saw they were in full war paint.

They were not young braves, but middle aged warriors. One of them Isaac



recognized as Crow, a chief of one of the Wyandot tribes, and a warrior

renowned for his daring and for his ability to make his way in a straight line



through the wilderness. Crow was a short, heavy Indian and his frame denoted

great strength He had a broad forehead, high cheek bones, prominent nose and



his face would have been handsome and intelligent but for the scar which ran

across his cheek, giving him a sinister look.



"Hugh!" said Crow, as he looked up and saw Isaac staring at him. The other

Indians immediately gave vent to a like exclamation.



"Crow, you caught me again," said Isaac, in the Wyandot tongue, which he spoke

fluently.



"The white chief is sure of eye and swift of foot, but he cannot escape the

Huron. Crow has been five times on his trail since the moon was bright. The



white chief's eyes were shut and his ears were deaf," answered the Indian

loftily.



"How long have you been near the fort?"

"Two moons have the warriors of Myeerah hunted the pale face."



"Have you any more Indians with you?"

The chief nodded and said a party of nine Wyandots had been in the vicinity of



Wheeling for a month. He named some of the warriors.

Isaac was surprised to learn of the renowned chiefs who had been sent to



recapture him. Not to mention Crow, the Delaware chiefs Son-of-Wingenund and

Wapatomeka were among the most cunning and sagacious Indians of the west.



Isaac reflected that his year's absence from Myeerah had not caused her to

forget him.



Crow untied Isaac's hands and gave him water and venison. Then he picked up

his rifle and with a word to the Indians he stepped into the underbrush that



skirted the little dale, and was lost to view.

Isaac's head ached and throbbed so that after he had satisfied his thirst and



hunger he was glad to close his eyes and lean back against the tree. Engrossed

in thoughts of the home he might never see again, he had lain there an hour



without moving, when he was aroused from his meditations by low guttural

exclamations from the Indians. Opening his eyes he saw Crow and another Indian



enter the glade, leading and half supporting a third savage.

They helped this Indian to the log, where he sat down slowly and wearily,



holding one hand over his breast. He was a magnificentspecimen of Indian

manhood, almost a giant in stature, with broad shoulders in proportion to his



height. His head-dress and the gold rings which encircled his bare muscular

arms indicated that he was a chief high in power. The seven eagle plumes in



his scalp-lock represented seven warriors that he had killed in battle. Little

sticks of wood plaited in his coal black hair and painted different colors



showed to an Indian eye how many times this chief had been wounded by bullet,

knife, or tomahawk.



His face was calm. If he suffered he allowed no sign of it to escape him. He

gazed thoughtfully into the fire, slowly the while untying the belt which



contained his knife and tomahawk. The weapons were raised and held before him,

one in each hand, and then waved on high. The action was repeated three times.



Then slowly and reluctantly the Indian lowered them as if he knew their work

on earth was done.



It was growing dark and the bright blaze from the camp fire lighted up the

glade, thus enabling Isaac to see the drooping figure on the log, and in the



background Crow, holding a whispered consultation with the other Indians.

Isaac heard enough of the colloquy to guess the facts. The chief had been



desperately rounded; the palefaces were on their trail, and a march must be

commenced at once.



Isaac knew the wounded chief. He was the Delaware Son-of-Wingenund. He married




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