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CHAPTER VIII.
"Oh, come and hear what cruel wrongs Befel the Dark Ladye."--COLERIDGE.
THE Mohawk girl was in high spirits at the coming of the wild fowl to the
lake; she would clap her hands and laugh with almost childish glee as she
looked at them darkening the lake like clouds resting on its surface.
"If I had but my father's gun, his good old gun, now!" would Hector say, as
he eyed the timorous flocks as they rose and fell upon the lake; "but these
foolish birds are so shy, that they are away before an arrow can reach
them."
Indiana smiled in her quiet way; she was busy filling the canoe with green
boughs, which she arranged so as completely to transform the little vessel
into the semblance of a floating island of evergreen; within this bower she
motioned Hector to crouch down, leaving a small space for the free use of
his bow, while concealed at the prow she gently and noiselessly paddled the
canoe from the shore among the rice-beds, letting it remain stationary or
merely rocking to and fro with the undulatory motion of the waters.
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