“’The fifth, sardonyx; the sixth, sardius; the seventh, chrysolite; the eighth, beryl; the ninth, a topaz; the tenth, a chrysoprasus; the eleventh, a jacinth; the twelfth, an amethyst.

“’And the twelve gates were twelve pearls; every several gate was of one pearl; and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass.

“’And I saw no temple therein; for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it.

“’And the gates of it shall not be shut at all by day; for there shall be no night there.’”

The dim, vague glimpses afforded him from this and other portions of the book of the awful mysteries of the Last Day, the New Jerusalem, and the great white Throne, threw a spell over him which remained long after the words of the reader had ceased.  Full ten minutes, he sat, after the volume had been closed; then raising his head, said: 

“The sun is getting in the western sky, and Oonomoo must depart.”

The wife did not seek to detain her husband.  The wife of an Indian warrior never does.  She merely walked beside him, while he signaled for his son to approach.  He had scarce uttered the call, when Niniotan came bounding from the wood eager to obey the slightest wish of his father.  Seeing from his actions that he was about to depart, he lingered behind until his mother had bidden him good-by, and paused; then he leaped ahead, leading the way as before.

The canoe reached, Oonomoo stepped within it, and Niniotan paddled him out among the trees until he came to where his own canoe was moored, into which the Huron stepped.  As he was about to dip the paddle, he said:  “Let Niniotan wait until Oonomoo returns, and he shall go with him upon the next war-path.”

No pen can picture the glowing happiness that lit up the features of the boy at hearing these words.  His dark eyes fairly danced, and he seemed unable to control his joy.  His whole frame quivered, and he dipped his own paddle into the water, he bent it almost to breaking.  Without noticing him further, Oonomoo sent his canoe spinning among the trees, and was soon in the broad sheet of water, crossing which, he reached the spot where he had brought up his boat.  Stepping out upon the log, he secured the paddle to it, and then turning it over, filled it with water.  It slowly sunk until it could be seen resting upon the bottom, when he sprung from the tree and commenced his departure from the swamp in the same manner that he had entered it.

Once again in the grand old forest, with the mossy carpet beneath his feet, and the magnificent arches over his head, through which the breezes came like the cool breath of the ocean, the Huron struck into his peculiar rapid trot, which was continued until sunset, by which time he reached the clearing.  Approaching it in his usual cautious manner, he saw the Shawnees consulting together, and at the first glance understood the peril of his friends.  We have related the measures which he took to save them, and shown how successful they were.