“He must not wander from the island, else his young arm may be overpowered by the Shawnees or Miamis.  They would know he was the son of Oonomoo, and through the son murder the father and mother.”

“Fluellina loves but three—­Oonomoo, Niniotan, and,” she added, reverentially raising her eyes to heaven, “the Great Spirit who is so kind to her.”

“And Oonomoo loves him,” added the Huron, in his deep, bass voice.  “In the hunting-grounds beyond the sun, he and Fluellina and Niniotan will again live together on some green island in the forest, where the buffalo and deer wander in bands of thousands.”

“And where Delaware, Mingo, Chippewa, Miami, Ottawa, Pottawatomie, Shawnee, Huron, and the white man shall be brothers, and war against each other no more.”

The Huron made no reply, for the words of his wife had awakened a train of reflection to which he had been a stranger.  The thought that all the Indians, every tribe that had lived since the foundation of the world—­those who were now the most implacable enemies to each other, the French, English and Americans—­the thought of these living together in the Spirit Land in perfect brotherhood and good-will, was too startling for him to accept until Fluellina again spoke: 

“It is only the good Delaware, Mingo, Chippewa, Miami, Ottawa, Pottawatomie, Shawnee, Huron, and white man that shall live there.”

It was all plain now to the simple-minded Indian, and he understood and believed.  He sat a few moments, as if ruminating upon this new theme, and then said gently to his wife: 

“Read out of Good Book to Oonomoo.”

Fluellina drew a small Bible from her bosom, one that she always carried with her, and opening at the Revelations, commenced to read in a clear, sweet and distinct voice.  The inspired grandeur, sublime truths and glorious descriptions of that most wonderful of all books thrilled her soul to its center with emotions unutterable; and she knew that the same effect, though perhaps in a lesser degree, was produced upon her husband.  The particular portion was the twenty-first chapter, whose meaning the Moravian missionary had frequently explained to her, and it was these verses in particular upon which she frequently dwelt with such awed rapture: 

“’And he carried me away in the spirit to a great and high mountain, and showed me the great city, the holy Jerusalem, descending out of heaven from God,

“’Having the glory of God; and her light was like unto a stone most precious, even like a jasper stone, clear as crystal;

“’And had a wall, great and high, and had twelve gates, and at the gates twelve angels, and names written thereon, which are the names of the twelve tribes of Israel.

“’And the building of the wall of it was of jasper; and the city was pure gold, like unto clear glass.

“’And the foundations of the wall of the city were garnished with all manner of precious stones.  The first foundation was jasper; the second, sapphire; the third, a chalcedony; the fourth, an emerald;