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culiarly shaped stone…faced bluff； standing high over the river； and taking its name from Tarhe； or Standing Stone； chief of all the Hurons。
At the first sight of that well known landmark； which stood by the Wyandot village； there mingled with Isaac's despondency and resentment some other feeling that was akin to pleasure； with a quickening of the pulse came a confusion of expectancy and bitter memories as he thought of the dark eyed maiden from whom he had fled a year ago。
〃Co…wee…Co…woe；〃 called out one of the Indians in the bow of the canoe。 The signal was heard； for immediately an answering shout came from the shore。
When a few moments later the canoe grated softly on a pebbly beach。 Isaac saw； indistinctly in the morning mist； the faint outlines of tepees and wigwams； and he knew he was once more in the encampment of the Wyandots。
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Late in the afternoon of that day Isaac was awakened from his heavy slumber and told that the chief had summoned him。 He got up from the buffalo robes upon which he had flung himself that morning； stretched his aching limbs； and walked to the door of the lodge。
The view before him was so familiar that it seemed as if he had suddenly come home after being absent a long time。 The last rays of the setting sun shone ruddy and bright over the top of the Standing Stone； they touched the scores of lodges and wigwams which dotted the little valley； they crimsoned the swift； narrow river； rushing noisily over its rocky bed。 The banks of the stream were lined with rows of canoes； here and there a bridge made of a single tree spanned the stream。 From the camp fires long； thin columns of blue smoke curled lazily upward； giant maple trees； in them garb of purple and gold； rose high above the wigwams； adding a further beauty to this peaceful scene。
As Isaac was led down a lane between two long lines of tepees the watching Indians did not make the demonstration that usually marked the capture of a paleface。 Some of the old squaws looked up from their work round the campfires and steaming kettles and grinned as the prisoner passed。 The braves who were sitting upon their blankets and smoking their long pipes； or lounging before the warm blazes maintained a stolid indifference； the dusky maidens smiled shyly； and the little Indian boys； with whom Isaac had always been a great favorite； manifested their joy by yelling and running after him。 One youngster grasped Isaac round the leg and held on until he was pulled away。
In the center of the village were several lodges connected with one another and larger and more imposing than the surrounding tepees。 These were the wigwams of the chief； and thither Isaac was conducted。 The guards led him to a large and circular apartment and left him there alone。 This room was the council…room。 It contained nothing but a low seat and a knotted war…club。
Isaac heard the rattle of beads and bear claws； and as he turned a tall and majestic Indian entered the room。 It was Tarhe； the chief of all the Wyandots。 Though Tarhe was over seventy； he walked erect； his calm face； dark as a bronze mask； showed no trace of his advanced age。 Every line and feature of his face had race in it； the high forehead； the square； protruding jaw； the stern mouth； the falcon eyesall denoted the pride and unbending will of the last of the Tarhes。
〃The White Eagle is again in the power of Tarhe；〃 said the chief in his native tongue。 〃Though he had the swiftness of the bounding deer or the flight of the eagle it would avail him not。 The wild geese as they fly northward are not swifter than the warriors of Tarhe。 Swifter than all is the vengeance of the Huron。 The young paleface has cost the lives of some great warriors。 What has he to say？〃
〃It was not my fault；〃 answered Isaac quickly。 〃I was struck down from behind and had no chance to use a weapon。 I have never raised my hand against a Wyandot。 Crow will tell you that。 If my people and friends kill your braves I am not to blame。 Yet I have had good cause to shed Huron blood。 Your warriors have taken me from my home and have wounded me many times。〃
〃The White Chief speaks well。 Tarhe believes his words；〃 answered Tarhe in his sonorous voice。 〃The Lenapee seek the death of the pale face。 Wingenund grieves for his son。 He is Tarhe's friend。 Tarhe is old and wise and he is king here。 He can save the White Chief from Wingenund and Cornplanter。 Listen。 Tarhe is old and he has no son。 He will make you a great chief and give you lands and braves and honors。 He shall not ask you to raise your hand against your people； but help to bring peace。 Tarhe does not love this war。 He wants only justice。 He wants only to keep his lands； his horses； and his people。 The White Chief is known to be brave； his step is light； his eye is keen； and his bullet is true。 For many long moons Tarhe's daughter has been like the singing bird without its mate。 She sings no more。 She shall be the White Chief's wife。 She has the blood of her mother and not that of the last of the Tarhes。 Thus the mistakes of Tarhe's youth come to disappoint his old age。 He is the friend of the young paleface。 Tarhe has said。 Now go and make your peace with Myeerah。〃
The chief motioned toward the back of the lodge。 Isaac stepped forward and went through another large room； evidently the chief's； as it was fitted up with a wild and barbaric splendor。 Isaac hesitated before a bearskin curtain at the farther end of the chief's lodge。 He had been there many times before； but never with such conflicting emotions。 What was it that made his heart beat faster？ With a quick movement he lifted the curtain and passed under it。
The room which he entered was circular in shape and furnished with all the bright colors and luxuriance known to the Indian。 Buffalo robes covered the smooth； hard…packed clay floor； animals； allegorical pictures； and fanciful Indian designs had been painted on the wall； bows and arrows； shields； strings of bright…colored beads and Indian scarfs hung round the room。 The wall was made of dried deerskins sewed together and fastened over long poles which were planted in the ground and bent until the ends met overhead。 An oval…shaped opening let in the light。 Through a narrow aperture； which served as a door leading to a smaller apartment； could be seen a low couch covered with red blankets； and a glimpse of many hued garments hanging on the wall。
As Isaac entered the room a slender maiden ran impulsively to him and throwing her arms round his neck hid her face on his breast。 A few broken； incoherent words escaped her lips。 Isaac disengaged himself from the clinging arms and put her from him。 The face raised to his was strikingly beautiful。 Oval in shape； it was as white as his own； with a broad； low brow and regular features。 The eyes were large and dark and they dilated and quickened with a thousand shadows of thought。
〃Myeerah； I am taken again。 This time there has been blood shed。 The Delaware chief was killed； and I do not know how many more Indians。 The chiefs are all for putting me to death。 I am in great danger。 Why could you not leave me in peace？〃
At his first words the maiden sighed and turned sorrowfully and