. Wit bought; or, The life and adventures of Robert Merry . ef; the Indian will repay confidence with con-fidence : if you will trust him, he will trustyou. But I must have a pledge. Let thisboy go with me to my wigwam; I will bringhim back in three days with my answer. If an arrow had pierced the bosom of themother, she could not have felt a keenerpang than went to her heart, as the Indianmade this proposal. She sprang from herseat, and rushing to the boy, who stood atthe side of the sachem, looking into his facewith pleased wonder and admiration, sheencircled him in her arms, and pressing hi
. Wit bought; or, The life and adventures of Robert Merry . ef; the Indian will repay confidence with con-fidence : if you will trust him, he will trustyou. But I must have a pledge. Let thisboy go with me to my wigwam; I will bringhim back in three days with my answer. If an arrow had pierced the bosom of themother, she could not have felt a keenerpang than went to her heart, as the Indianmade this proposal. She sprang from herseat, and rushing to the boy, who stood atthe side of the sachem, looking into his facewith pleased wonder and admiration, sheencircled him in her arms, and pressing himclose to her bosom, was about to fly from theroom. A gloomy and ominous frown cameover the sachems brow, but he did not speak THE INDIAN C1I1KK But not so with Judge W. He knewthat the success of their enterprise, the verylives of his family depended upon the de-cision of the moment. Stay, stay, mydaughter, said he: bring back the boy,I beseech you; he is not more dear to youthan to me; I would not risk the hair ofhis head. But, my child, he must go with. the chief: God will watch over him. liewill be as safe in the sachems wigwam asbeneath our roof and in your arms. The agonized mother hesitated for a mo-ment ; sne then slowly returned, placed theboy on the knee of the chief, and, kneelingat his feet, burst into a flood of tears. Thegloom passed from the sachems brow, but 729012A 100 WIT BOUGHT. he said not a word. He arose, took the boyin his arms and departed. I shall not attempt to describe the agonyof the mother for the three ensuing days,she was agitated by contending hopes andfears. In the night she awoke from sleep,seeming to hear the screams of her childcalling upon his mother for help: but thetime wore away, and the third day slowly did the hours pass ! The morn-ing waned; noon arrived; and the afternoonwas now far advanced; yet the sachem camelot. There was gloom over the whole house-hold : the mother was pale and silent, as ifdespair were settling coldly a
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