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12 RUTH HARLAND. white men had not done well by the Pequods, and they were angry. The old men did their best to keep the young men | quiet. But they were hungry for scalps. They followed the white chiefs when they left the Pequod village. But when — the young had slain our white brothers, they dared no more come back to our villages. They wander about in the woods and sleep in the tree-tops and in the dens of bears. If they come into the village of the Pequods, they will take them and cut the broad mark of the tribe from their breasts, and turn them loose in the woods again. The hearts of our chiefs are right.” “ We have been told that a white man and his family have been killed by your young men upon the banks of the great river. All were slain. The man, his wife, and six children. This work also was done by Pequods,” said Winslow. “This is true. It is not for Mennawan to deny it. But the dogs who took the scalps of the two traders were those who killed the white man, his squaw and desc pie Menna- wan is sorry, but they are in the woods.” “What reason do they give for killing . them ?” asked Winslow. “They had never spoken with the great father,” said the wily chief, “and found that all men are brothers. They had lived so long in the woods that they had learned to believe that the banks of the great river belonged to the Pequods, and that white men had no business to come upon the lands of the Pequods. They are young, and their blood is hot.” The council could not fail to see the sarcasm conveyed in the words. of the chief. He wished them to understand that the English had no aight to build upon the banks vs. the Con- necticut. “ These foolish young men say,” continued the chief, “that they can no longer paddle their great canoe down to the great water to take fish, because they have to paddle under the great guns of the Yengees, and they fear the big thunder. It scares away the deer. I myself haye passed by, where trees that have grown since our grandfathers were buried, have been laid low. This is not good in the eyes of the in- dians. They are afraid, if this keeps on, there will not be a tree upon the banks of the river, which wil give them shade comicbooks.com