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As the Winnebago caught sight of the white-faced boy, his countenance was disfigured by a grin that made it more repulsive than before. "Oogh! brudder! oogh! Yenghese " Just then Terry Clark let fly. He was a lusty lad, and he landed both fists, one after another, squarely in the painted face, with such force that the warrior was knocked completely off his feet.
"But then there will be war between your people and the Hurons." "No; no war. Hurons be squaws children; Iroquois master 'em. Then, war-hatchet buried between Hurons and Six Nations. Buried when French and Yenghese bury hatchet long time 'go."
The "Yenghese," as the Indians called the English, were less criticised on this point than were the French; but the latter, being an imitative race, more easily adapted themselves to the manner and life of the red man, and therefore won his confidence if not his respect.
Enoch, with more than curiosity, yet speaking in a careless manner, continued his questioning: "What would the people of Crow Wing do if there was another war?" The Indian flashed a sudden sharp glance at him. "How could be?" he asked, craftily. "Yenghese got many red-coats much gun. French no fight more." "Suppose we should fight the red-coats?" "Umph! No.
"Has not the powawing of the Long Beard brought back the spirit of Huttamoiden's cub from the happy hunting-grounds, and does not, therefore, the face of Peéna turn to him as the sun-flower to the sun?" "The Great Spirit loves the Long Beard, and the Long Beard loves his red brethren." "What! a Yenghese love an Indian?
Yenghese send too many big chiefs over water." "Those big chiefs aren't always good," returned Enoch, quickly. "Your people remember General Abercrombie. He did not know how to fight in these forests. And there was Braddock; he was no good at all. He wouldn't have been beaten if he'd taken Colonel Washington's advice. I'd give a lot more when it comes to a fight for our Major Putnam, Mr.
But it is not to be supposed that three mounted Indians would deliberately ride away from a single youth through fear alone, that is, not until they had tried to circumvent him by strategy. And so it came to pass that within the same minute that Fred raised his rifle, the Winnebago who sat in the middle waved his hand toward him as a sign of comity. At the same time he called out: "Yenghese!
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