Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: last to return to camp; his eyes are not shut; there are words in his breast; why are his lips silent?" The youth modestly replied, in a voice, the singularly musical tone of which charmed and surprised Ethelston, who had seldom heard him speak before, " Wingenund waited until warriors who have seen many summers, and travelled the warpath often, should have spoken. Wingenund has been on the Washashe trail." At this announcement an exclamation of surprise was uttered by several of the bystanders, for all had seen that the direction whence the youth had returned to the camp was quite different from that which had been pursued by War-Eagle, and yet the latter had affirmed that he had been on the trail of the enemy. The chief himself was, indeed, surprised, but he knew the diffidence, as well as the acute sagacity of the young speaker; and although confident that he was not mistaken in his own judgment, he was not by any means disposed to overrule, without careful inquiry, that of his brother. The conversation between them was thus pursued:— " Were there horses on the trail found by Wingenund ?" " There were not." " Were the men many in number?" " Wingenund cannot surely say; the trail wasold and beaten; buffalo had passed on it; of fresh marks he could not see many; more than four, not so many as ten." "Let my brother point with his finger to the line of the trail." The youth slowly turned, cast his eye upward at the sun, thence at the rocks overhanging the valley to the northward, and then pointed steadily in a north-easterly direction. War-Eagle, well assured that his own observation had been correct, and that he had followed a trail leading towards the north-west, thus continued: "There are many nations and bands of Indians here; a false light may have s... --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.