The feelings of Edwards and Elizabeth, at reaching this spot, may be imagined, though not easily described. No one seemed to exult more than their guide, who turned, with Mohegan still lashed to his back, and laughing in his own manner, said—
"I know'd 'twas the Frenchman's powder, gal; it went so altogether like; your coarse grain will squib for a minute. The Iroquois had none of the best powder when I went ag'in the Canada tribes, under Sir William. Did I ever tell you the story, lad, consarning the skrimmage with"———
"For God's sake, tell me nothing now, Natty, until we are entirely safe. Where shall we go next?"
"Why, on the platform of rock over the cave, to be sure; you will be safe enough there, or we'll go into it, if you be so minded."
The young man started, and appeared agitated with a strong emotion, but looking around him with an anxious eye, said quickly—
"Shall we be safe on the rock? cannot the fire reach us there, too?"
"Can't the boy see?" said Natty, with the coolness of one who was accustomed to the kind of danger he had just encountered. "Had ye staid in the place above ten minutes longer, you would both have been in ashes, but here you may stay for ever, and no fire can touch you, until they burn the rocks as well as the woods."
With this assurance, which was obviously true, they proceeded to the spot, and Natty deposited his load, placing the Indian on the ground with his back against a fragment of the rocks. Elizabeth sunk on the ground, and buried her face in her hands, while her heart was swelling with a variety of conflicting emotions.
"Let me urge you to take a restorative, Miss
