had succeeded to the last fierce yell of the formidable
being just departed. "Was the Saganaw not right, when he
said the Ottawa came with guile in his heart, and with
a lie upon his lips? But the Saganaw is not a fool, and
he can read the thoughts of his enemies upon their faces,
and long before their lips have spoken."

"Ugh!" ejaculated the Indian; "my father is a great chief,
and his head is full of wisdom. Had he been feeble, like
the other chiefs of the Saganaw, the strong-hold of the
Detroit must have fallen, and the red skins would have
danced their war-dance round the scalps of his young men,
even in the council-room where they came to talk of
peace."

"Does the great chief of the Ottawas see the big thunder
of the Saganaw?" pursued the governor: "if not, let him
open his eyes and look. The Saganaw has but to move his
lips, and swifter than the lightning would the pale faces
sweep away the warriors of the Ottawa, even where they
now stand: in less time than the Saganaw is now speaking,
would they mow them down like the grass of the Prairie."

"Ugh!" again exclaimed the chief, with mixed doggedness
and fierceness: "if what my father says is true, why does
he not pour out his anger upon the red skins?"

"Let the great chief of the Ottawas listen," replied the
governor with dignity. "When the great chiefs of all the
nations that are in league with the Ottawas came last to