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£5 THE PHANTOM CHIEF. post erected in the miJdle of the Council: house, he drew his tomahawk from his belt, and drove it with terrible _ energy into the wood, and added, “‘Since you are not in- f clined to fight, I will go and make peace;” and then strode from the house. The submissiv> chiefs gioomily scporsted, and thus ended the plans of the corfederacy of 1774. When Marie saw the broken files of the defeated army appear before the town, aa.l heard the imprecations of the men, and the lamentations of the women, and on almost every hand encountered indications of increased vindic- tiveness, she shaddered lest the rage and hate of the baf- fled warriors should be glutted with captive blood. But in the lodge of the head chief appeared nothing but grief, . and a forced resignation to coming events. The proximity * of the conquering foe turned the general feeling towards deprecation rather than renewed provocation, and her fears gave way to unqualified compassion. The tears of — her hostess, who felt the full weight of the national ca- lamity, bronght many a sympathetic drop to the eyes of Marie; and so close had b come the friendship between the two, that she was not amazed to find herself weeping at the success of her countrymen. Her daily view of all the minutie of domestic life in Cu‘licothe, had impressed her with a clear sense of a common nature with the ill- fated Shawanos, She had learned to see women an‘ chil- - dren where, a few months since, her fancy had represented only remorseless butchers of human kind. Would that -we of this day could have our hearts thus opened towards the red brothers whom our bayonets have forced beyond the Mississippi | 7. me 7 = comicbooks%com _