Pulp Fiction, 1866 · page 77 of 98
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THE SENTENCE. 79. He is fallen, he is fallen ! The brave man is dead; Not in the battle, Not on the spear, Not in the claws of the panther; He was slain from behind, He was cut down by a coward ; Let us give him a grave— Let him sleep with his fathers— And go to the happy hunting-grounds. And he, the wicked one, shall die, And wander in darkness forever.”’ Taken in the toils, without a hope of escape from the stern ring hemming him round, Hau-do resigned himself to his. fate. He knew that death alone could. atone for his crime. His doom. would bé_just.. He had quarreled with the young brave, and struck him on the head with his hatchet, taking him unawares. In making the stroke he lost his hatchet, and _ pursued his way, leaving the body to molder where it fell. This betrayed him, although he had thought that none would descend the precipice. He was taken fairly, and must expi- ate his crime. The father of Mo-ne-ton rose, and turned upon the murderer: “Behold your work, son of the bad Manitou. My son is. dead by your hand. I accuse thee. Not as a man, fighting — hand to hand, but as a coward, who fears to face his enemy, . you struck him. Say, is it not so, Hau-do, chief of the Mo- hawks ?” _ “T killed him,” replied Hau-do, setting his teeth. “ He dared to defy me, and I killed him. Do with meas you will.” “ What shall be done with him 2” said the old chief. And with one voice they shouted, “ Let him die!” “Tt is spoken,” replied the sage. ‘“ Lead him forth.” The young men lifted the body and bore it slowly awa < Behind it walked the, murderer, strongly guarded. A party had been out before, and made preparations. It was a wild, sequestered glen among the hills. Here a cairn had been — built, and here the procession paused. “Let this be called the valley of Mo-ne-ton, for here the murderer of Mo-ne-ton dies by my hand,” cried $6 old chief. “ Murderer, stand forth!" oF = Hau-do came and stood before him with folde “arms. aa com