"I've got a fine little home for us, Sol," said Henry."Best we've had since that time we spent a winter on the island in the lake.This is littler, but it's harder to find.It'll be a fine thing to know you're sleeping safe and sound with five hundred Iroquois warriors only a few miles away.""Then it'll suit me mighty well," said Shif'less Sol, grinning broadly."That's jest the place fur a lazy man like your humble servant, which is me."They reached the stepping stones, and Henry paused a moment.
"Do you feel steady enough, Sol, to jump from stone to stone?" he asked.
"I'm feelin' so good I could fly ef I had to," he replied."Jest you jump on, Henry, an' fur every jump you take you'll find me only one jump behind you!"Henry, without further ado, sprang from one stone to another, and behind him, stone for stone, came the shiftless one.It was now past midnight, and the moon was obscured.The keenest eyes twenty yards away could not have seen the two dusky figures as they went by leaps into the very heart of the great, black swamp.
They reached the solid ground, and then the hut.
"Here, Sol," said Henry, "is my house, and yours, also, and soon, I hope, to be that of Paul, Tom, and Jim, too.""Henry," said Shif'less Sol, " I'm shorely glad to come."They went inside, stacked their captured rifles against the wall, and soon were sound asleep.
Meanwhile sleep was laying hold of the Iroquois village, also.
They had eaten mightily and they had drunk mightily.Many times had they told the glories of Hode-no-sau-nee, the Great League, and many times had they gladly acknowledged the valor and worth of Timmendiquas and the brave little Wyandot nation.
Timmendiquas and Thayendanegea had sat side by side throughout the feast, but often other great chiefs were with them-Skanawati, Atotarho, and Hahiron, the Onondagas; Satekariwate, the Mohawk;Kanokarih and Kanyadoriyo, the Senecas; and many others.
Toward midnight the women and the children left for the lodges, and soon the warriors began to go also, or fell asleep on tile ground, wrapped in their blankets.The fires were allowed to sink low, and at last the older chiefs withdrew, leaving only Timmendiquas and Thayendanegea.
"You have seen the power and spirit of the Iroquois," said Thayendanegea."We can bring many more warriors than are here into the field, and we will strike the white settlements with you.""The Wyandots are not so many as the warriors of the Great League," said Timmendiquas proudly, "but no one has ever been before them in battle.""You speak truth, as I have often heard it," said Thayendanegea thoughtfully.Then be showed Timmendiquas to a lodge of honor, the finest in the village, and retired to his own.
The great feast was over, but the chiefs had come to a momentous decision.Still chafing over their defeat at Oriskany, they would make a new and formidable attack upon the white settlements, and Timmendiquas and his fierce Wyandots would help them.All of them, from the oldest to the youngest, rejoiced in the decision, and, not least, the famous Thayendanegea.He hated the Americans most because they were upon the soil, and were always pressing forward against the Indian.The Englishmen were far away, and if they prevailed in the great war, the march of the American would be less rapid.He would strike once more with the Englishmen, and the Iroquois could deliver mighty blows on the American rearguard.He and his Mohawks, proud Keepers of the Western Gate, would lead in the onset.Thayendanegea considered it a good night's work, and he slept peacefully.
The great camp relapsed into silence.The warriors on the ground breathed perhaps a little heavily after so much feasting, and the fires were permitted to smolder down to coals.Wolves and panthers drawn by the scent of food crept through the thickets toward the faint firelight, but they were afraid to draw near.
Morning came, and food and drink were taken to the lodges in which four prisoners were held, prisoners of great value, taken by Timmendiquas and the Wyandots, and held at his urgent insistence as hostages.
Three were found as they had been left, and when their bonds were loosened they ate and drank, but the fourth hut was empty.The one who spoke in a slow, drawling way, and the one who seemed to be the most dangerous of them all, was gone.Henry and Sol had taken the severed thongs with them, and there was nothing to show how the prisoner had disappeared, except that the withes fastening the door had been cut.
The news spread through the village, and there was much excitement.Thayendanegea and Timmendiquas came and looked at the empty hut.Timmendiquas may have suspected how Shif'less Sol had gone, but he said nothing.Others believed that it was the work of Hahgweh-da-et-gah (The Spirit of Evil), or perhaps Ga-oh (The Spirit of the Winds) had taken him away.
"It is well to keep a good watch on the others," said Timmendiquas, and Thayendanegea nodded.
That day the chiefs entered the Long House again, and held a great war council.A string of white wampum about a foot in length was passed to every chief, who held it a moment or two before handing it to his neighbors.It was then laid on a table in the center of the room, the ends touching.This signified harmony among the Six Nations.All the chiefs had been summoned to this place by belts of wampum sent to the different tribes by runners appointed by the Onondagas, to whom this honor belonged.
All treaties had to be ratified by the exchange of belts, and now this was done by the assembled chiefs.
