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