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 saying, "Behold, my token!" and hid it in the folds of his blanket. "Yet listen again, my sister," he said. "The Great Spirit has smiled in love upon my little Water-lily, and it has blossomed very fair; but my sister has neither father nor brother to take care of her; but see, Pashemet is a boy no longer—he is a man;" he drew himself up proudly as he spoke. "My father is dead. Pashemet is a warrior and a Sagamore now; his arm is strong; his arrows are swift; his young men are braves—they do his bidding. Take this, then," and he slipped a small chain of wampum from the wrist of the Silver Fawn, and held it out to Alice. "If my sister should ever need the aid of Pashemet, let her send him this by a sure hand—by the hand of a Naumkeag—and the heart and the arm of her brother shall not fail her. And now, farewell!"

"Oh, no, no! not farewell. Pashemet, do not go yet—do not leave me yet, my brother. I have so much to say to you. Come up to the house with me—do not go yet. Stay, oh, stay!"

"Farewell!" repeated the Indian, in a