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History of the Indian Tribes of Hudson's River

Ruttenber, E.M. History of the Indian Tribes of Hudson's River; their origin, manners and customs; tribal and sub-tribal organizations; wars, treaties, etc., etc. Albany: J. Munsell, 1872. 254 words

the confederacy in the transaction, and assuming that they were offended at the growing power of Teedyuscung. Such an interpretation does not correspond with The Indians were the apparent facts. Iroquois it is true, but it is also true that

(Fort Laurens) of "The person on small-pox in 1778. whom, by lineal descent, the station of head-chief of the nation devolved, being

they were Senecas or

Pushis, alias Large Cat, and Tetepachksi The young king officiated in his stead."

those

engaged in

stirring up hostilities in the west.

Heck-

" Fearing that he might ewelder says not fall into their measures of joining in a new war against the English, they perhaps concerted the plan of destroying :

him."

Nothing

was

ever

positively

his efforts to keep his people neutral. at Tuscorawas

He

died

yet

was

years, the

young in

Gelellmand,

alias

surviving chiefs

Killbuck, Machingive

killed in the massacre of peaceable

Indians

1781.

by Williamson at Pittsb'urg, in Hcckeivclder's Narrative, 153,

193, 198, etc.

OF HUDSON'S RIPER.

but the immediate participants in the massacre anticipated their arrival and

withdrew

to

Tioga, while the Moravian Indians,

who had taken no part in the transaction, removed to Gnadenhiitten.

Failing to reach the guilty, a band of lawless whites

determined to punish the innocent, and with a hatred born of the pernicious teachings of Church, banded together to exter

minate the whole Indian race, " that the saints might possess

Sixty in number, these maddened zealots fell upon CanestogoesJ a small clan of Onelda dependents residing