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A HARANGUE 19” tumultuously followed their leader, who hurried) them to the . Council-house, “Here is some great oul fearful excitement,” said. Derby- more. “I wonder what can be the cause of it. I was really afraid that that young savage was about to murder me.” : ’ =s4 : “That is Saloueh, the young chief of Estatoe,” replied Wansley. “Jt is he who has been foremost im exciting the warriors against us, and we have more to fear from him than. from any other man among the Cherokees. I wili be bound that he has found some fresh cause of complaint, which be means to hurl into the council of chiefS as a firebrand. Let us go to the council-house, and learn what is the matter.” Wansley took the arm of his friend, and led him back into » the council-house, where they found the es state of great excitement and confusion. a Saloueh had forced his way in, secosupinted: bp several. of his followers, and had commenced a speech, abounding ‘in savage invective and denunciation of the English, still holding by the arm the wounded Indian whom he ecemicaaee si ai now. ~ he mildly ancislontlil wilesaineed satlitee to send out: our’ youngrimen ‘to. fight for these lying and bloody-miuded English, against our | “te the h? Look at me! Look at this mamcwho : ny side?. Many of you know him, for:he is one of be and you have often seen himen'the war-patlor in} - Look at this wound in his arm, apiece "Bint dloodewas shed. by the~Iytmg. ~who wish to killvus ali ee He went to the Ohio, to the beautiful: river, with fa partyof | his friends, to Se be ac gow - a7 : ers? The spirits of our slain brothers call upon us for ‘ geance. You can hear their wives and childrens am