human
What is it, my sister? There must be a storm in the sky--there must be lightning in the cloud! What tempest-wind has swept my sister hither? What flood of sorrow has borne Edith to Otaitsa?
gpt
Hush! ejaculated Edith, in a low tone, for there were some other Indian women near.
human
I will tell my sister when no ears can hear but her own. There _is_ tempest in the sky. A pine-tree has fallen across the threshold of my father's house; and we are sad for fear the hatchet of the woodman should lop all its green branches away. Can I speak with the Blossom speedily and in secret?
gpt
Instantly, answered Otaitsa.
human
The warriors have all gone forth to hunt, for three days, the bear and the moose. The Black Eagle is with them. There are but three men of deeds in the Castle; and why they are women now, and go not forth to the hunting with the rest, I cannot tell. But they are little within the palisade--daily they go forth, and remain absent long. Come in hither, my sister; for, though few here speak the tongue we speak, it were better not to let the wind hear us.
gpt
Can some of the women give food and lodging to these two negroes? asked Edith, adding,
human
They have been well warned, and know that a life depends upon their silence.