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"He is with his God Tharon or Christ, whichever it may be, Loskiel." "The Mole must not be scalped," said Tahoontowhee softly. "If the Senecas pass that way they will have at last one thing to boast of." I said to the Mohican: "Hold the Erie. The Night-Hawk and I will go back and bury our dead against Seneca profanation." "Let the Grey-Feather go, Loskiel." "No. The Mole was Christian.
Two hours later the Oneida in the rear, Tahoontowhee, reported that the Seneca scouts were on our heels, and asked permission to try for a scalp. By noon he had taken his second scalp, and had received his first wound, a mere scratch from a half-ounce ball, below the knee. But he wore it and the scalp with a dignity unequalled by any monarch loaded with jewelled orders.
Back sped Tahoontowhee to hasten the troops; I ran forward with Captain Carbury and the Sagamore, passing several outlying huts, then some barns and houses which loomed huge as medieval castles in the fog, but were really very small. "Look out!" cried Carbury. "There is their town right ahead!"
So I flung 'em a big trout and went back to camp whistling, and there found that my Indians had fed and were now gravely renewing their paint. Tahoontowhee dressed and cooked my fish for me, each in a bass-wood leaf, and when they were done and smelling most fragrant, we all made a delicious feast, with corn bread from the ovens and salt pork and a great jug of milk from the army's herd.
Judge, therefore, O Sagamore, judge, you Yellow Moth, and you Oneidas Grey-Feather, with your war-chief's feather and your Sachem's ensign, Tahoontowhee, chieftain to be judge, all of you, where the real glory lies whether behind us in the rifle smoke or before us in the red glare of Amochol's accursed altar!" They had been listening to every word as I walked beside them.
The Yellow Moth, Tahoontowhee, and the Grey-Feather went out at night on retaliation bent, but returned with neither trophies nor news, save what we all knew, that the Seneca scouts were now swarming like hornets all around us ready to sting to death anyone who strayed out of bounds. On the 18th the entire camp lay dull, patiently expectant of Clinton. He did not come. It rained all night.
"The Sagamore has lived longer than his younger brother," he rejoined gently. "And is far wiser," said I. "A little wiser in some few things concerning human life, Loskiel.... Does my brother desire that Mayaro shall bring in the Wyandotte?" "Bring him," I said; and walked forward toward our camp. Tahoontowhee stopped me with his challenge, then sprang forward at the sound of my voice.
Boyd was a prisoner, together with Sergeant Parker; all the others were dead to a man, excepting possibly my three Indians, Mayaro, Grey-Feather, and Tahoontowhee, who Boyd had sent in to report us before we had sighted the Senecas, and who might possibly have escaped the ambuscade.
And we scouted the river region thoroughly, routing out nothing save startled deer that bounded from their balsam beds and went off crashing through the osiers, or a band of wild turkeys that, bewildered, ran headlong among us so that Tahoontowhee knocked over two with his rifle butt, and, slinging them to his shoulders, went forward buried in plumage like same monstrous feathered goblin of the forest.
"Some day," said the Sagamore in my ear, "Tahoontowhee will accept the antlers and the quiver." "He would be greater yet if he accepted Christ," said the Stockbridge quietly.
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