burial of the poor victims, the young Indian hoped that the turf of the forest might hide them and their histories, in undisturbed oblivion.
This was the first step; the next was to compass, in some way, the destruction, or banishment, of those reckless villains who had done the deed; for there was enough of the red man's nature in the youth to make the blood in his veins run hot with fierce thirst for revenge on the wretches who had wrought this wanton wickedness.
The third and last step was to leave these haunts, made dreadful to him by the scenes through which he was now passing.
The task of finding some men of his race proved more difficult than he had anticipated. On the third day, his strength failed, and he was compelled to rest for thirty-six hours in a wretched cabin, to recruit his powers so as to travel onward. The few wigwams that he found on the borders of the forest were deserted. Hither the inmates had traveled away, as many of them
