intended to invade the Indian camp, and he knew full well that it
was the most perilous enterprise that he had ever attempted. Yet
scouts and hunters had done such things and had escaped with
their lives. He must not shrink from the path that others had
trodden.

He made up his mind firmly, and partly thought out his plan of
operations. Then he rested, and so sanguine was his temperament
that he began to regard the deed itself as almost achieved.
Decision is always soothing after doubt, and he fell into a
pleasant dreamy state. A gentle wind was blowing, the forest was
dry and the leaves rustled with the low note that is like the
softest chord of a violin. It became penetrating, thrillingly
sweet, and hark! it spoke to him in a voice that he knew. It was
the same voice that he had heard on the Ohio, mystic, but telling
him to be of heart and courage. He would triumph over hardships
and dangers, and he would see his friends again.

Henry started up from his vision. The song was gone, and he
heard only the wind softly moving the leaves. It had been vague
and shadowy as gossamer, light as the substance of a dream, but
it was real to him, nevertheless, and the deep glow of certain
triumph permeated his being, body and mind. It was not strange
that he had in his nature something of the Indian mysticism that
personified the winds and the trees and everything about him.
The Manitou of the red man and the ancient Aieroski of the
Iroquois were the same as his own God. He could not doubt that
he had a message. Down on the Ohio he had had the same message
more than once, and it had always come true.