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 face thus suddenly introduced to their wigwam.

"What for you bring her here?" the womin asked of the great man in the swinging blanket, who was her husband.

"Me got her to be wife to my son, Torch Eye. He had white mother. Great Spirit send white wife to him. Pale-face girl make smart young squaw."

"Where you find her?" asked the woman.

"Me catch her in street," he answered, looking at the insensible girl in haughty triumph.

"Pale-faces be after Indian and catch him," said the old squaw.

"Before Great Spirit smile on the east to-morrow morning, Indian be far on his way toward his father's camping grounds, carrying with him the white bride of his son, Torch Eye.Eye." [sic]

All the Indians looked up at him as he thus spoke, and made answer by throwing their brawny arms aloft and giving a low, peculiar cry.