that whenever the miller was away a candle shone in the window until a

figure wrapped in a military cloak emerged from the shadows, knocked, and

was admitted. On the night that Wasson identified his rival as Colonel

Campbell, an English officer, he stole into the girl's room through the

window and cut her down with his hatchet. Colonel Campbell, likewise, he

slew after Pontiac had made prisoners of the garrison. The mill was

shunned, after that, for the figure of a girl, with a candle in her hand,

frightened so many people by moving about the place that it was torn down

in 1795.



But the red man was not always hostile. Kenen, a Huron, loved a

half-breed girl, whom he could never persuade into a betrothal. One day

he accidentally wounded a white man in the wood, and lifting him on his

shoulder he hurried with him to camp. It was not long before he found

that the soft glances of the half-breed girl were doing more to cure his

victim than the incantations of the medicine-man, and in a fit of anger,

one day, he plucked forth his knife and fell upon the couple. Her look of

innocent surprise shamed him. He rushed away, with an expression of

self-contempt, and flung his weapon far into the river. Soon after, the

white man was captured by the Iroquois. They were preparing to put him to

the torture when a tall Indian leaped in among them, with the cry, I am

Kenen. Let the pale face go, for a Huron chief will take his place. And,

as the bonds fell from the prisoner's wrists and ankles, he added, Go

and comfort the White Fawn. The white man was allowed to enter a canoe

and row away, but as he did so his heart misgave him: the words of a

deathsong and the crackling of flames had reached his ears.