The scalps upon the pole of my weekwam told the way's. of Mohawk suffering. story " The I sat me down English came, they seized our lands ;

at

Pennacook.

They

followed upon

my footsteps

;

made

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war upon them, but they fought with fire and thunder my young men were swept down before me when no one was near them. I tried sorcery against them, but still they increased and me and mine, and I gave place to them, and over prevailed ;

my beautiful island of Natticook.

retired to

I,

that can make

the dry leaf turn green and live again ; I, that can take the rat tlesnake in my palm as I would a worm, without harm ; I, who had communion with the Great Spirit, dreaming and awaking ; I am powerless before the pale faces. The oak will soon break before the whirlwind, it shivers and shakes even now; soon its trunk will be prostrate, the ant and the worm will sport upon it.

Then think, my children, of what I say I commune with Tell your peopl'e, He whispers me now. Spirit. ;

'

the Great

I have given fire and peace, peace is the only hope of your race. thunder to the pale faces for weapons ; I- have made them plentier

than the leaves of the forest, and still they shall increase These meadows they shall turn with the plough, these forests !

shall fall by the axe, the pale faces shall live upon your hunting-