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Updated: May 13, 2025
They tighten belts, take bow, knife, an' axe, and follow on track. "One night they find tracks in snow, and soon come up to the camp. Many warriors in that camp make long camp, and door at each end, and fire at door. All Quedetchque inside take off moccason and bathe sore feet in big birch-bark tub near door; then wait until Coquan mend moccasons.
Make three taboggin; load all they can carry; then set fire to camp and burn all up. Then, when all ready, Tamegun draw his knife, an' cut prisoners loose. "'Go back to Quedetchque, he say. 'They are squaws an' cowards. Tell them come no more into Meegum-Ahgee, in Micmac land, for two Micmac men an' a squaw have kill all your people. Go! You are too young to die. Your flesh is soft.
But even then they fought each other; and between my people and the Quedetchque that my name; you call 'em Mohawk, I b'lieve there was war, all time war. "The Quedetchque come down every fall, follow down banks of river, wait alound village until all my people asleep; make warwhoop, fire arrows, set fire to womegun, lun off with prisoner, and plenty scalp.
All the Quedetchque jump up, take knife an' axe, think Micmacs got into the tent. All is dark; see nothing; think everybody enemy. They stab with knife, cly war-cly, strike with axe, kill each other. Some lun out doors, tumble over cord. Micmacs kill every one. At last all dead but two boys, and Tamegun tie these to trees. "Then Tamegun get scalp, skin, beads, knife, spear, everyting he want.
One time all my people away, only squaw and children in town; Quedetchque war-party come, burn an' kill; get plenty scalp of women and boy, and chief take away Coquan, what you call 'Lainbow, wife of great chief 'Tamegun, the tomahawk. "They hurry home fas', but the snow fall thick, an' soon Tamegun an' one other man come home, fin' wigwam burnt, an' dead people all alound.
Come back when your scalps are fit for a Micmac's belt. "So Tamegun got home all light, an' Quedetchque come no more for many years. But my people no more fight. Many die in battle long ago. Many die of small-pox an' fever, and now we are few. So it will be until He comes for whom all Indians wait. The story is ended."
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