as little space as possible. When each individual had taken his proper station, and a breathing silence reigned in the place, the gray-haired chief, already introduced to the reader, spoke aloud, in the language of the Lenni Lenape.
"Delaware," he said, "though one of a nation of women, you have proved yourself a man. I would give you food, but he who eats with a Huron, should become his friend. Rest in peace till the morning sun, when our words shall be spoken to you."
"Seven nights, and as many summer days, have I fasted on the trail of the Hurons," Uncas coldly replied; "the children of the Lenape know how to travel the path of the just, without lingering to eat."
"Two of my young men are in pursuit of your companion," resumed the other, without appearing to regard the boast of his captive; "when they get back, then will our wise men say to you—live or die."
"Has a Huron no ears?" scornfully exclaimed Uncas; "twice since he has been your prisoner, has the Delaware heard a
