"This dog belongs to the Bethucks of Grand Lake. Did you obtain him
from them?"
"No, we did not," replied one of the Indians, who seemed from his
bearing to be a chief, "but we are kinsmen of the men of Grand Lake.
One of their braves, Little Beaver, took one of our girls, Rising Sun,
for his wife. We come from yonder (pointing northward). Some moons
have passed since Little Beaver, who came to revisit us with his wife,
left us to return to his wigwam on Grand Lake."
"I know Little Beaver well," said Hendrick, as the chief paused at this
point; "the dog belongs to him."