Shortly after Captain Prescott and Lieutenant Canfield had started with their men on the trail of Oonomoo, they came upon an elderly man in the forest who was hunting.  He proved to be Eckman, the Moravian missionary, who had brought up and educated Fluellina, the wife of Oonomoo, and to whom she made her stated visits for religious counsel and encouragement.  Upon learning the object of the party, he at once joined them, as he felt a fatherly affection for the Huron warrior.  Being a skillful backwoodsman, he acted as guide to the men, proceeding, in spite of his years, at a rate which cost them considerable effort to equal.  They had not gone a great distance, when the shout of Oonomoo was heard, and the missionary understood its significance.  Bounding forward, the men came upon the Shawnees at a full run, Captain Prescott panting and still at their head, vainly endeavoring to keep them in line and to make them aim and fire together.  The missionary and Lieutenant Canfield took in the state of affairs at once.  Niniotan was unhurt, and now came forward, his face as rigid as marble.  Swelled to nearly bursting as was his heart, he endeavored to obey the instructions of his father, and show himself a warrior, by concealing his emotion to those around him.  The man of God instantly ran to the prostrate Huron and his wife, the latter managing to maintain a sitting position with great difficulty.  He saw both were mortally wounded and would soon die.  Oonomoo lay flat upon his back, breathing heavily, while the copious pools of blood around him showed how numerous and severe were his wounds.  Lieutenant Canfield lifted his head, while the missionary supported Fluellina.  The latter opened her languid eyes, which instantly brightened as she recognized her noble friend, and said in a low, sweet voice, speaking English perfectly:  “I am glad you have come, father.  Oonomoo and Fluellina are dying.  We want you to smooth the way for us to the Bright Land.”

“The way is already smoothed, my child, so that your feet can tread it.  Can I do anything to relieve your pain?”

“No; my body suffers, but my heart is on fire with joy.  Please attend to Oonomoo,” said Fluellina, looking toward him.

The Huron was so close to his wife, that by taking a position between them, the missionary was enabled to support both.  Raising their heads with the assistance of Lieutenant Canfield and Captain Prescott, he laid them upon his lap in close proximity to each other.  The men stood silent and affected witnesses of the scene.  Brushing the luxuriant hair from the face of the dying Indian, the preacher said: 

“Oonomoo, is there anything I can do for you?”

“Where be Niniotan?”

“Here,” responded the boy, approaching him.

“Stand where you be, and see a Christian warrior die,” he commanded, in his native tongue.  “Where is Fluellina’s hand?”