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"
Some
the
Great
Spirit
made
with
skins
brighter
and
redder
than
yonder
sun
,
"
continued
Magua
,
pointing
impressively
upwards
to
the
lurid
luminary
,
which
was
struggling
through
the
misty
atmosphere
of
the
horizon
;
"
and
these
did
He
fashion
to
His
own
mind
.
He
gave
them
this
island
as
He
had
made
it
,
covered
with
trees
,
and
filled
with
game
.
The
wind
made
their
clearings
;
the
sun
and
rains
ripened
their
fruits
;
and
the
snows
came
to
tell
them
to
be
thankful
.
What
need
had
they
of
roads
to
journey
by
!
They
saw
through
the
hills
.
When
the
beavers
worked
,
they
lay
in
the
shade
,
and
looked
on
.
The
winds
cooled
them
in
summer
;
in
winter
,
skins
kept
them
warm
.
If
they
fought
among
themselves
,
it
was
to
prove
that
they
were
men
.
They
were
brave
;
they
were
just
;
they
were
happy
.
"
Here
the
speaker
paused
,
and
again
looked
around
him
,
to
discover
if
his
legend
had
touched
the
sympathies
of
his
listeners
.
He
met
everywhere
with
eyes
riveted
on
his
own
,
heads
erect
,
and
nostrils
expanded
,
as
if
each
individual
present
felt
himself
able
and
willing
,
singly
,
to
redress
the
wrongs
of
his
race
.
"
If
the
Great
Spirit
gave
different
tongues
to
his
red
children
,
"
he
continued
,
in
a
low
,
still
,
melancholy
voice
,
"
it
was
that
all
animals
might
understand
them
.
Some
He
placed
among
the
snows
,
with
their
cousin
the
bear
.
Some
he
placed
near
the
setting
sun
,
on
the
road
to
the
happy
hunting-grounds
.
Some
on
the
lands
around
the
great
fresh
waters
;
but
to
his
greatest
,
and
most
beloved
,
He
gave
the
sands
of
the
salt
lake
.
Do
my
brothers
know
the
name
of
this
favored
people
?
"
"
It
was
the
Lenape
!
"
exclaimed
twenty
eager
voices
,
in
a
breath
.
"
It
was
the
Lenni
Lenape
,
"
returned
Magua
,
affecting
to
bend
his
head
in
reverence
to
their
former
greatness
.
"
It
was
the
tribes
of
the
Lenape
!
The
sun
rose
from
water
that
was
salt
,
and
set
in
water
that
was
sweet
,
and
never
hid
himself
from
their
eyes
.
But
why
should
I
,
a
Huron
of
the
woods
,
tell
a
wise
people
their
own
traditions
?
Why
remind
them
of
their
injuries
;
their
ancient
greatness
;
their
deeds
;
their
glory
;
their
happiness
--
their
losses
;
their
defeats
;
their
misery
?
Is
there
not
one
among
them
who
has
seen
it
all
,
and
who
knows
it
to
be
true
?
I
have
done
.
My
tongue
is
still
,
for
my
heart
is
of
lead
.
I
listen
.
"
As
the
voice
of
the
speaker
suddenly
ceased
,
every
face
and
all
eyes
turned
,
by
a
common
movement
,
towards
the
venerable
Tamenund
.
From
the
moment
that
he
took
his
seat
,
until
the
present
instant
,
the
lips
of
the
patriarch
had
not
severed
,
and
scarcely
a
sign
of
life
had
escaped
him
.
He
sat
bent
in
feebleness
,
and
apparently
unconscious
of
the
presence
he
was
in
,
during
the
whole
of
that
opening
scene
,
in
which
the
skill
of
the
scout
had
been
so
clearly
established
.
At
the
nicely
graduated
sound
of
Magua
's
voice
,
however
,
he
betrayed
some
evidence
of
consciousness
,
and
once
or
twice
he
even
raised
his
head
,
as
if
to
listen
.
But
when
the
crafty
Huron
spoke
of
his
nation
by
name
,
the
eyelids
of
the
old
man
raised
themselves
,
and
he
looked
out
upon
the
multitude
with
that
sort
of
dull
unmeaning
expression
which
might
be
supposed
to
belong
to
the
countenance
of
a
spectre
.
Then
he
made
an
effort
to
rise
,
and
being
upheld
by
his
supporters
,
he
gained
his
feet
,
in
a
posture
commanding
by
its
dignity
,
while
he
tottered
with
weakness
.
"
Who
calls
upon
the
children
of
the
Lenape
!
"
he
said
,
in
a
deep
,
guttural
voice
,
that
was
rendered
awfully
audible
by
the
breathless
silence
of
the
multitude
:
"
who
speaks
of
things
gone
!
Does
not
the
egg
become
a
worm
--
the
worm
a
fly
,
and
perish
?
Why
tell
the
Delawares
of
good
that
is
past
?
Better
thank
the
Manitou
for
that
which
remains
.
"
"
It
is
a
Wyandot
,
"
said
Magua
,
stepping
nigher
to
the
rude
platform
on
which
the
other
stood
;
"
a
friend
of
Tamenund
.
"
"
A
friend
!
"
repeated
the
sage
,
on
whose
brow
a
dark
frown
settled
,
imparting
a
portion
of
that
severity
which
had
rendered
his
eye
so
terrible
in
middle
age
.
"
Are
the
Mingos
rulers
of
the
earth
?
What
brings
a
Huron
here
?
"
