"I had thought that Miantonimoh was still a warrior in his tribe," she
said. "In what battle did he fall?"
"Mohican Uncas did that wicked deed. The Pale-men gave him great riches to
murder the Sachem."
"Thou speakest of the father; but there was another Miantonimoh; he who in
boyhood dwelt among the people of white blood."
Whittal listened attentively; and after seeming to rally his thoughts, he
shook his head, saying before he again began to eat--
"There never was but one of the name, and there never will be another. Two
eagles do not build their nests in the same tree."
"Thou sayest truly," continued Faith; well knowing that to dispute the
information of her brother, was in effect to close his mouth. "Now tell
me of Conanchet, the present Narragansett Sachem--he who hath leagued with
Metacom, and hath of late been driven from his fastness near the sea--doth
he yet live?"
The expression of the brother's countenance underwent another change. In
place of the childish importance with which he had hitherto replied to the
questions of his sister, a look of overreaching cunning gathered about his
dull eye.
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