human
I am a friend, I am a friend! cried the negress, in the Iroquois tongue.
gpt
Who are you? Mohawks?
human
Children of the Stone, replied the man nearest to her, gazing at her earnestly by the moonlight.
gpt
I have seen the Black Cloud before. Does she not dwell in the house of our brother Prevost?
human
Yes, yes! cried Sister Bab, eagerly.
gpt
I'm his slave girl, Bab, who came to the Oneida Castle with my own missy. But now she is the prisoner of bad men; and I have escaped, tired and hungry, and am nearly dead.
human
Come with me, said the Indian;
gpt
I will take thee where thou shalt have rest to comfort thee, and meat to support thee, till the Black Eagle comes. He will not be long, for he will keep the war-path night and day till he is here; and his wings are swift.