The recluse arose, and sought the occupant of his humble abode.
"Come forth," he said, opening the narrow door for the passage of the
Chief. "The youth hath departed with thy burthen, and thou art now alone
with an ancient associate."
Conanchet reappeared at the summons, but it was with an eye less glowing
and a brow less stern than when he entered the little cabin. As he moved
slowly to the stone he had before occupied, his step was arrested for a
moment, and a look of melancholy regret seemed to be cast at the spot
where he had laid the bundle. Conquering his feelings, however, in the
habitual self-command of his people, he resumed his seat, with the air of
one that was grave by nature, while he appeared to exert no effort in
order to preserve the admirable equanimity of his features. A long and
thoughtful silence succeeded, and then the solitary spoke.
"We have made a friend of the Narragansett Chief," he said, "and this
league with Philip is broken?"
"Yengeese," returned the other, "I am full of the blood of Sachems."
"Why should the Indian and the white do each other this violence? The
earth is large, and there is place for men of all colors and of all
nations on its surface.
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