The poor woman looked at her husband, and then at her children* and stole a glance at Naoman, who sat smoking
time.'
his
pipe
She wrung her hands, and Wilt thou name the traitor ? 'Tis The agony of the mother waxed it was again she sought the eye of Naoman, but
with invincible gravity.
wept, but remained silent. the third and last time.'
more
bitter ;
cold and reply,
motionless.
'
The pause of a moment awaited her
and the tomahawks were raised over the heads of the
children, who besought their mother not to let them be murdered.
APPENDIX. "'Stop!' cried Naoman.
All eyes were turned upon him.
White woman repeated I am thou hast kept thy word with me to the last moment. '
c
Stop
he, in
!
the traitor.
a tone of authority.
have eaten of the
salt,
'
warmed myself at the
and it fire, shared the kindness of these Christian white people, I am a withered, leafless, me down if you will I am ready/ A Naoman descended yell of indignation sounded on all sides.
was I that told them of their danger.
branchless trunk ; cut
from the
little
;
bank where he
sat,
mantle of skins and submitted to his
shrouded fate.
his face with his
He fell dead at the
feet of the white woman by a blow of the tomahawk.
" But the
sacrifice
of
Naoman, and the
firmness of
the
Christian white woman, did not suffice to save the lives of the