I'll no swaggerers: I am in good name and fame with the very best:
--shut the door;--there come no swaggerers here: I have not lived
all this while, to have swaggering now: shut the door, I pray you.
--Shakspeare.
Mahtoree encountered, at the door of his lodge, Ishmael, Abiram, and
Esther. The first glance of his eye, at the countenance of the heavy-
moulded squatter, served to tell the cunning Teton, that the
treacherous truce he had made, with these dupes of his superior
sagacity, was in some danger of a violent termination.
"Look you here, old grey-beard," said Ishmael, seizing the trapper,
and whirling him round as if he had been a top; "that I am tired of
carrying on a discourse with fingers and thumbs, instead of a tongue,
ar' a natural fact; so you'll play linguister and put my words into
Indian, without much caring whether they suit the stomach of a Red-
skin or not."
"Say on, friend," calmly returned the trapper; "they shall be given as
plainly as you send them."
"Friend!" repeated the squatter, eyeing the other for an instant, with
an expression of indefinable meaning. "But it is no more than a word,
and sounds break no bones, and survey no farms. Tell this thieving
Sioux, then, that I come to claim the conditions of our solemn
bargain, made at the foot of the rock."
When the trapper had rendered his meaning into the Sioux language,
Mahtoree demanded, with an air of surprise--
"Is my brother cold? buffaloe skins are plenty. Is he hungry? Let my
young men carry venison into his lodges."
The squatter elevated his clenched fist in a menacing manner, and
struck it with violence on the palm of his open hand, by way of
confirming his determination, as he answered--
"Tell the deceitful liar, I have not come like a beggar to pick his
bones, but like a freeman asking for his own; and have it I will. And,
moreover, tell him I claim that you, too, miserable sinner as you ar',
should be given up to justice. There's no mistake. My prisoner, my
niece, and you. I demand the three at his hands, according to a sworn
agreement."
The immovable old man smiled, with an expression of singular
intelligence, as he answered--
"Friend squatter, you ask what few men would be willing to grant. You
would first cut the tongue from mouth of the Teton, and then the heart
from his bosom."
"It is little that Ishmael Bush regards, who or what is damaged in
claiming his own. But put you the questions in straight-going Indian,
and when you speak of yourself, make such a sign as a white man will
understand, in order that I may know there is no foul play."
The trapper laughed in his silent fashion, and muttered a few words to
himself before he addressed the chief--
"Let the Dahcotah open his ears very wide," he said 'that big words
may have room to enter. His friend the Big-knife comes with an empty
hand, and he says that the Teton must fill it."
"Wagh! Mahtoree is a rich chief. He is master of the prairies."
"He must give the dark-hair."
The brow of the chief contracted in an ominous frown, that threatened
instant destruction to the audacious squatter; but as suddenly
recollecting his policy, he craftily replied--
"A girl is too light for the hand of such a brave. I will fill it with
buffaloes."
"He says he has need of the light-hair, too; who has his blood in her
veins."
"She shall be the wife of Mahtoree; then the Long-knife will be the
father of a chief."
"And me," continued the trapper, making one of those expressive signs,
by which the natives communicate, with nearly the same facility as
with their tongues, and turning to the squatter at the same time, in
order that the latter might see he dealt fairly by him; "he asks for a
miserable and worn-out trapper."
The Dahcotah threw his arm over the shoulder of the old man, with an
air of great affection, before he replied to this third and last
demand.
"My friend is old," he said, "and cannot travel far. He will stay with
the Tetons, that they may learn wisdom from his words. What Sioux has
a tongue like my father? No; let his words be very soft, but let them
be very clear. Mahtoree will give skins and buffaloes. He will give
the young men of the Pale-faces wives, but he cannot give away any who
live in his own lodge."
Perfectly satisfied, himself, with this laconic reply, the chief was
moving towards his expecting counsellors, when suddenly returning, he
interrupted the translation of the trapper by adding--
"Tell the Great Buffaloe" (a name by which the Tetons had already
christened Ishmael), "that Mahtoree has a hand which is always open.
See," he added, pointing to the hard and wrinkled visage of the
attentive Esther, "his wife is too old, for so great a chief. Let him
put her out of his lodge. Mahtoree loves him as a brother. He is his
brother. He shall have the youngest wife of the Teton. Tachechana, the
pride of the Sioux girls, shall cook his venison, and many braves will
look at him with longing minds. Go, a Dahcotah is generous."
The singular coolness, with which the Teton concluded this audacious
proposal, confounded even the practised trapper. He stared after the
retiring form of the Indian, with an astonishment he did not care to
conceal, nor did he renew his attempt at interpretation. until the
person of Mahtoree was blended with the cluster of warriors, who had
so long, and with so characteristic patience, awaited his return.
"The Teton chief has spoken very plainly," the old man continued; "he
will not give you the lady, to whom the Lord in heaven knows you have
no claim, unless it be such as the wolf has to the lamb. He will not
give you the child, you call your niece; and therein I acknowledge
that I am far from certain he has the same justice on his side.
Moreover, neighbour squatter, he flatly denies your demand for me,
miserable and worthless as I am; nor do I think he has been unwise in
so doing, seeing that I should have many reasons against journeying
far in your company. But he makes you an offer, which it is right and
convenient you should know. The Teton says through me, who am no more
than a mouthpiece, and therein not answerable for the sin of his
words, but he says, as this good woman is getting past the comely age,
it is reasonable for you to tire of such a wife. He therefore tells
you to turn her out of your lodge, and when it is empty, he will send
his own favourite, or rather she that was his favourite, the 'Skipping
Fawn,' as the Siouxes call her, to fill her place. You see, neighbour,
though the Red-skin is minded to keep your property, he is willing to
give you wherewithal to make yourself some return!"
Ishmael listened to these replies, to his several demands, with that
species of gathering indignation, with which the dullest tempers mount
into the most violent paroxysms of rage. He even affected to laugh at
the conceit of exchanging his long-tried partner for the more flexible
support of the youthful Tachechana, though his voice was hollow and
unnatural in the effort. But Esther was far from giving the proposal
so facetious a reception. Lifting her voice to its most audible key,
she broke forth, after catching her breath like one who had been in
some imminent danger of strangulation, as follows--
"Hoity-toity; who set an Indian up for a maker and breaker of the
rights of wedded wives! Does he think a woman is a beast of the
prairie, that she is to be chased from a village, by dog and gun. Let
the bravest squaw of them all come forth and boast of her doings; can
she show such a brood as mine? A wicked tyrant is that thieving Red-
skin, and a bold rogue I warrant me. He would be captain in-doors, as
well as out! An honest woman is no better in his eyes than one of your
broomstick jumpers. And you, Ishmael Bush, the father of seven sons
and so many comely daughters, to open your sinful mouth, except to
curse him! Would ye disgrace colour, and family, and nation, by mixing
white blood with red, and would ye be the parent of a race of mules!
The devil has often tempted you, my man, but never before has he set
so cunning a snare as this. Go back among your children, friend; go,
and remember that you are not a prowling bear, but a Christian man,
and thank God that you ar' a lawful husband!"
The clamour of Esther was anticipated by the judicious trapper. He had
easily foreseen that her meek temper would overflow at so scandalous a
proposal as repudiation, and he now profited by the tempest, to retire
to a place where he was at least safe from any immediate violence on
the part of her less excited, but certainly more dangerous husband.
Ishmael, who had made his demands with a stout determination to
enforce them, was diverted by the windy torrent, like many a more
obstinate husband, from his purpose, and in order to appease a
jealousy that resembled the fury with which the bear defends her cubs,
was fain to retire to a distance from the lodge, that was known to
contain the unoffending object of the sudden uproar.
"Let your copper-coloured minx come forth, and show her tawney beauty
before the face of a woman who has heard more than one church bell,
and seen a power of real quality," cried Esther, flourishing her hand
in triumph, as she drove Ishmael and Abiram before her, like two
truant boys, towards their own encampment. "I warrant me, I warrant
me, here is one who would shortly talk her down! Never think to tarry
here, my men; never think to shut an eye in a camp, through which the
devil walks as openly as if he were a gentleman, and sure of his
welcome. Here, you Abner, Enoch, Jesse, where ar' ye gotten to? Put
to, put to; if that weak-minded, soft-feeling man, your father, eats
or drinks again in this neighbourhood, we shall see him poisoned with
the craft of the Red-skins. Not that I care, I, who comes into my
place, when it is once lawfully empty; but, Ishmael, I never thought
that you, who have had one woman with a white skin, would find
pleasure in looking on a brazen--ay, that she is copper ar' a fact;
you can't deny it, and I warrant me, brazen enough is she too!"
Against this ebullition of wounded female pride, the experienced
husband made no other head, than by an occasional exclamation, which
he intended to be precursor of a simple asseveration of his own
innocence. The fury of the woman would not be appeased. She listened
to nothing but her own voice, and consequently nothing was heard but
her mandates to depart.
The squatter had collected his beasts and loaded his wagons, as a
measure of precaution, before proceeding to the extremity he
contemplated. Esther consequently found every thing favourable to her
wishes. The young men stared at each other, as they witnessed the
extraordinary excitement of their mother, but took little interest in
an event which, in the course of their experience, had found so many
parallels. By command of their father, the tents were thrown into the
vehicles, as a sort of reprisal for the want of faith in their late
ally, and then the train left the spot, in its usual listless and
sluggish order.
As a formidable division of well-armed borderers protected the rear of
the retiring party, the Siouxes saw it depart without manifesting the
smallest evidence of surprise or resentment. The savage, like the
tiger, rarely makes his attack on an enemy who expects him; and if the
warriors of the Tetons meditated any hostility, it was in the still
and patient manner with which the feline beasts watch for the
incautious moment, in order to ensure the blow. The counsels of
Mahtoree, however, on whom so much of the policy of his people
depended, lay deep in the depository of his own thoughts. Perhaps he
rejoiced at so easy a manner of getting rid of claims so troublesome;
perhaps he awaited a fitting time to exhibit his power; or it even
might be, that matters of so much greater importance were pressing on
his mind, that it had not leisure to devote any of its faculties to an
event of so much indifference.
But it would seem that while Ishmael made such a concession to the
awakened feelings of Esther, he was far from abandoning his original
intentions. His train followed the course of the river for a mile, and
then it came to a halt on the brow of the elevated land, and in a
place which afforded the necessary facilities. Here he again pitched
his tents, unharnessed his teams, sent his cattle on the bottom, and,
in short, made all the customary preparations to pass the night, with
the same coolness and deliberation as if he had not hurled an
irritating defiance into the teeth of his dangerous neighbours.
In the mean time the Tetons proceeded to the more regular business of
the hour. A fierce and savage joy had existed in the camp, from the
instant when it had been announced that their own chief was returning
with the long-dreaded and hated partisan of their enemies. For many
hours the crones of the tribe had been going from lodge to lodge, in
order to stimulate the tempers of the warriors to such a pass, as
might leave but little room for mercy. To one they spoke of a son,
whose scalp was drying in the smoke of a Pawnee lodge. To another,
they enumerated his own scars, his disgraces, and defeats; with a
third, they dwelt on his losses of skins and horses; and a fourth was
reminded of vengeance by a significant question, concerning some
flagrant adventure, in which he was known to have been a sufferer.
By these means the men had been so far excited as to have assembled,
in the manner already related, though it still remained a matter of
doubt how far they intended to carry their revenge. A variety of
opinions prevailed on the policy of executing their prisoners; and
Mahtoree had suspended the discussions, in order to ascertain how far
the measure might propitiate, or retard, his own particular views.
Hitherto the consultations had merely been preliminary, with a design
that each chief might discover the number of supporters his particular
views would be likely to obtain, when the important subject should
come before a more solemn council of the tribe. The moment for the
latter had now arrived, and the preparations were made with a dignity
and solemnity suited to the momentous interests of the occasion.
With a refinement in cruelty, that none but an Indian would have
imagined, the place, selected for this grave deliberation, was
immediately about the post to which the most important of its subjects
was attached. Middleton and Paul were brought in their bonds, and laid
at the feet of the Pawnee; then the men began to take their places,
according to their several claims to distinction. As warrior after
warrior approached, he seated himself in the wide circle, with a mien
as composed and thoughtful, as if his mind were actually in a
condition to deal out justice, tempered, as it should be, with the
heavenly quality of mercy. A place was reserved for three or four of
the principal chiefs, and a few of the oldest of the women, as
withered, as age, exposure, hardships, and lives of savage passions
could make them, thrust themselves into the foremost circle, with a
temerity, to which they were impelled by their insatiable desire for
cruelty, and which nothing, but their years and their long tried
fidelity to the nation, would have excused.
All, but the chiefs already named, were now in their places. These had
delayed their appearance, in the vain hope that their own unanimity
might smooth the way to that of their respective factions; for,
notwithstanding the superior influence of Mahtoree, his power was to
be maintained only by constant appeals to the opinions of his
inferiors. As these important personages at length entered the circle
in a body, their sullen looks and clouded brows, notwithstanding the
time given to consultation, sufficiently proclaimed the discontent
which reigned among them. The eye of Mahtoree was varying in its
expression, from sudden gleams, that seemed to kindle with the burning
impulses of his soul, to that cold and guarded steadiness, which was
thought more peculiarly to become a chief in council. He took his
seat, with the studied simplicity of a demagogue; though the keen and
flashing glance, that he immediately threw around the silent assembly,
betrayed the more predominant temper of a tyrant.
When all were present, an aged warrior lighted the great pipe of his
people, and blew the smoke towards the four quarters of the heavens.
So soon as this propitiatory offering was made, he tendered it to
Mahtoree, who, in affected humility, passed it to a grey-headed chief
by his side. After the influence of the soothing weed had been courted
by all, a grave silence succeeded, as if each was not only qualified
to, but actually did, think more deeply on the matters before them.
Then an old Indian arose, and spoke as follows:--
"The eagle, at the falls of the endless river, was in its egg, many
snows after my hand had struck a Pawnee. What my tongue says, my eyes
have seen. Bohrecheena is very old. The hills have stood longer in
their places, than he has been in his tribe, and the rivers were full
and empty, before he was born; but where is the Sioux that knows it
besides himself? What he says, they will hear. If any of his words
fall to the ground, they will pick them up and hold them to their
ears. If any blow away in the wind, my young men, who are very nimble,
will catch them. Now listen. Since water ran and trees grew, the Sioux
has found the Pawnee on his war-path. As the cougar loves the
antelope, the Dahcotah loves his enemy. When the wolf finds the fawn,
does he lie down and sleep? When the panther sees the doe at the
spring, does he shut his eyes? You know that he does not. He drinks
too; but it is of blood! A Sioux is a leaping panther, a Pawnee a
trembling deer. Let my children hear me. They will find my words good.
I have spoken."
A deep guttural exclamation of assent broke from the lips of all the
partisans of Mahtoree, as they listened to this sanguinary advice from
one, who was certainly among the most aged men of the nation. That
deeply seated love of vengeance, which formed so prominent a feature
in their characters, was gratified by his metaphorical allusions, and
the chief himself augured favourably of the success of his own
schemes, by the number of supporters, who manifested themselves to be
in favour of the counsels of his friend. But still unanimity was far
from prevailing. A long and decorous pause was suffered to succeed the
words of the first speaker, in order that all might duly deliberate on
their wisdom, before another chief took on himself the office of
refutation. The second orator, though past the prime of his days, was
far less aged than the one who had preceded him. He felt the
disadvantage of this circumstance, and endeavoured to counteract it,
as far as possible, by the excess of his humility.
"I am but an infant," he commenced, looking furtively around him, in
order to detect how far his well-established character for prudence
and courage contradicted his assertion. "I have lived with the women,
since my father has been a man. If my head is getting grey, it is not
because I am old. Some of the snow, which fell on it while I have been
sleeping on the war-paths, has frozen there, and the hot sun, near the
Osage villages, has not been strong enough to melt it." A low murmur
was heard, expressive of admiration of the services to which he thus
artfully alluded. The orator modestly awaited for the feeling to
subside a little, and then he continued, with increasing energy,
encouraged by their commendations. "But the eyes of a young brave are
good. He can see very far. He is a lynx. Look at me well. I will turn
my back, that you may see both sides of me. Now do you know I am your
friend, for you look on a part that a Pawnee never yet saw. Now look
at my face; not in this seam, for there your eyes can never see into
my spirit. It is a hole cut by a Konza. But here is an opening made by
the Wahcondah, through which you may look into the soul. What am I? A
Dahcotah, within and without. You know it. Therefore hear me. The
blood of every creature on the prairie is red. Who can tell the spot
where a Pawnee was struck, from the place where my young men took a
bison? It is of the same colour. The Master of Life made them for each
other. He made them alike. But will the grass grow green where a Pale-
face is killed? My young men must not think that nation so numerous,
that it will not miss a warrior. They call them over often, and say,
Where are my sons? If they miss one, they will send into the prairies
to look for him. If they cannot find him, they will tell their runners
to ask for him, among the Siouxes. My brethren, the Big-knives are not
fools. There is a mighty medicine of their nation now among us; who
can tell how loud is his voice, or how long is his arm?--"
The speech of the orator, who was beginning to enter into his subject
with warmth, was cut short by the impatient Mahtoree, who suddenly
arose and exclaimed, in a voice in which authority was mingled with
contempt, and at the close with a keen tone of irony, also--
"Let my young men lead the evil spirit of the Palefaces to the
council. My brother shall see his medicine, face to face!"
A death-like and solemn stillness succeeded this extraordinary
interruption. It not only involved a deep offence against the sacred
courtesy of debate, but the mandate was likely to brave the unknown
power of one of those incomprehensible beings, whom few Indians were
enlightened enough, at that day, to regard without reverence, or few
hardy enough to oppose. The subordinates, however, obeyed, and Obed
was led forth from the lodge, mounted on Asinus, with a ceremony and
state which was certainly intended for derision, but which
nevertheless was greatly enhanced by fear. As they entered the ring,
Mahtoree, who had foreseen and had endeavoured to anticipate the
influence of the Doctor, by bringing him into contempt, cast an eye
around the assembly, in order to gather his success in the various
dark visages by which he was encircled.
Truly, nature and art had combined to produce such an effect from the
air and appointments of the naturalist, as might have made him the
subject of wonder in any place. His head had been industriously
shaved, after the most approved fashion of Sioux taste. A gallant
scalp-lock, which would probably not have been spared had the Doctor
himself been consulted in the matter, was all that remained of an
exuberant, and at that particular season of the year, far from
uncomfortable head of hair. Thick coats of paint had been laid on the
naked poll, and certain fanciful designs, in the same material, had
even been extended into the neighbourhood of the eyes and mouth,
lending to the keen expression of the former a look of twinkling
cunning, and to the dogmatism of the latter, not a little of the
grimness of necromancy. He had been despoiled of his upper garments,
and, in their stead, his body was sufficiently protected from the
cold, by a fantastically painted robe of dressed deer-skin. As if in
mockery of his pursuit, sundry toads, frogs, lizards, butterflies,
&c., all duly prepared to take their places at some future day, in his
own private cabinet, were attached to the solitary lock on his head,
to his ears, and to various other conspicuous parts of his person. If,
in addition to the effect produced by these quaint auxiliaries to his
costume, we add the portentous and troubled gleamings of doubt, which
rendered his visage doubly austere, and proclaimed the misgivings of
the worthy Obed's mind, as he beheld his personal dignity thus
prostrated, and what was of far greater moment in his eyes, himself
led forth, as he firmly believed, to be the victim of some heathenish
sacrifice, the reader will find no difficulty in giving credit to the
sensation of awe, that was excited by his appearance in a band already
more than half-prepared to worship him, as a powerful agent of the
evil spirit.
Weucha led Asinus directly into the centre of the circle, and leaving
them together, (for the legs of the naturalist were attached to the
beast in such a manner, that the two animals might be said to be
incorporated, and to form a new order,) he withdrew to his proper
place, gazing at the conjuror, as he retired, with a wonder and
admiration, that were natural to the groveling dulness of his mind.
The astonishment seemed mutual, between the spectators and the subject
of this strange exhibition. If the Tetons contemplated the mysterious
attributes of the medicine, with awe and fear, the Doctor gazed on
every side of him, with a mixture of quite as many extraordinary
emotions, in which the latter sensation, however, formed no
inconsiderable ingredient. Every where his eyes, which just at that
moment possessed a secret magnifying quality, seemed to rest on
several dark, savage, and obdurate countenances at once, from none of
which could he extract a solitary gleam of sympathy or commiseration.
At length his wandering gaze fell on the grave and decent features of
the trapper, who, with Hector at his feet, stood in the edge of the
circle, leaning on that rifle which he had been permitted, as an
acknowledged friend, to resume, and apparently musing on the events
that were likely to succeed a council, marked by so many and such
striking ceremonies.
"Venerable venator, or hunter, or trapper," said the disconsolate
Obed, "I rejoice greatly in meeting thee again. I fear that the
precious time, which had been allotted me, in order to complete a
mighty labour, is drawing to a premature close, and I would gladly
unburden my mind to one who, if not a pupil of science, has at least
some of the knowledge which civilisation imparts to its meanest
subjects. Doubtless many and earnest enquiries will be made after my
fate, by the learned societies of the world, and perhaps expeditions
will be sent into these regions to remove any doubts, which may arise
on so important a subject. I esteem myself happy that a man, who
speaks the vernacular, is present, to preserve the record of my end.
You will say that after a well-spent and glorious life, I died a
martyr to science, and a victim to mental darkness. As I expect to be
particularly calm and abstracted in my last moments, if you add a few
details, concerning the fortitude and scholastic dignity with which I
met my death, it may serve to encourage future aspirants for similar
honours, and assuredly give offence to no one. And now, friend
trapper, as a duty I owe to human nature, I will conclude by demanding
if all hope has deserted me, or if any means still exist by which so
much valuable information may be rescued from the grasp of ignorance,
and preserved to the pages of natural history."
The old man lent an attentive ear to this melancholy appeal, and
apparently he reflected on every side of the important question,
before he would presume to answer.
"I take it, friend physicianer," he at length gravely replied, "that
the chances of life and death, in your particular case, depend
altogether on the will of Providence, as it may be pleased to manifest
it, through the accursed windings of Indian cunning. For my own part,
I see no great difference in the main end to be gained, inasmuch as it
can matter no one greatly, yourself excepted, whether you live or
die."
"Would you account the fall of a corner-stone, from the foundations of
the edifice of learning, a matter of indifference to contemporaries or
to posterity?" interrupted Obed. "Besides, my aged associate," he
reproachfully added, "the interest, that a man has in his own
existence, is by no means trifling, however it may be eclipsed by his
devotion to more general and philanthropic feelings."
"What I would say is this," resumed the trapper, who was far from
understanding all the subtle distinctions with which his more learned
companion so often saw fit to embellish his discourse; "there is but
one birth and one death to all things, be it hound, or be it deer; be
it red skin, or be it white. Both are in the hands of the Lord, it
being as unlawful for man to strive to hasten the one, as impossible
to prevent the other. But I will not say that something may not be
done to put the last moment aside, for a while at least, and therefore
it is a question, that any one has a right to put to his own wisdom,
how far he will go, and how much pain he will suffer, to lengthen out
a time that may have been too long already. Many a dreary winter and
scorching summer has gone by since I have turned, to the right hand or
to the left, to add an hour to a life that has already stretched
beyond fourscore years. I keep myself as ready to answer to my name as
a soldier at evening roll-call. In my judgment, if your cases are left
to Indian tempers, the policy of the Great Sioux will lead his people
to sacrifice you all; nor do I put much dependence on his seeming love
for me; therefore it becomes a question whether you are ready for such
a journey; and if, being ready, whether this is not as good a time to
start as another. Should my opinion be asked, thus far will I give it
in your favour; that is to say, it is my belief your life has been
innocent enough, touching any great offences that you may have
committed, though honesty compels me to add, that I think all you can
lay claim to, on the score of activity in deeds, will not amount to
any thing worth naming in the great account."
Obed turned a rueful eye on the calm, philosophic countenance of the
other, as he answered with so discouraging a statement of his case,
clearing his throat, as he did so, in order to conceal the desperate
concern which began to beset his faculties, with a vestige of that
pride, which rarely deserts poor human nature, even in the greatest
emergencies.
"I believe, venerable hunter," he replied, "considering the question
in all its bearings, and assuming that your theory is just, it will be
the safest to conclude that I am not prepared to make so hasty a
departure, and that measures of precaution should be, forthwith,
resorted to."
"Being in that mind," returned the deliberate trapper, "I will act for
you as I would for myself; though as time has begun to roll down the
hill with you, I will just advise that you look to your case speedily,
for it may so happen that your name will be heard, when quite as
little prepared to answer to it as now."
With this amicable understanding, the old man drew back again into the
ring, where he stood musing on the course he should now adopt, with
the singular mixture of decision and resignation that proceeded from
his habits and his humility, and which united to form a character, in
which excessive energy, and the most meek submission to the will of
Providence, were oddly enough combined.