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His hair was of the colour of moss, and so long that, as the wind blew it out, it seemed the tail of a fiery star. "What do you want of me?" he asked. The priest answered "The Shawanos want revenge. They want to sacrifice the beautiful daughter of the sun, whom the Head Buffalo has brought from the camp of the Walkullas." "They shall have their wish," said the Evil Spirit. "Go and fetch her."
Never, since the time that he chewed the bitter root and put on the new moccasins, has he lied or fled from his foes. He has neither a forked tongue nor a faint heart. Fathers, the Walkullas are weaker than us. Their arms are not so strong, their hearts are not so big, as ours. As well might the timid deer make war upon the hungry wolf, as the Walkullas upon the Shawanos.
The other warriors, who had lost their kindred and sons in the war with the Walkullas, shouted and lamented. The woman also wept. "Where is the Young Eagle?" asked the Old Eagle of the Head Buffalo. The other warriors, in like manner, asked for their kindred who had been killed. "Fathers, they are dead," answered the warrior. "The Head Buffalo has said they are dead, and he never lies.
"Fathers, the bolt from the strangers' thunder entered my flesh, yet I did not fly. These six scalps I tore from the Walkullas, but this has yellow hair. Have I done well?" The head chief and the counsellors answered he had done very well, but Chenos answered "No.
"Brothers and warriors," said Chenos, "our sons did wrong when they broke in upon the sacred dance the Walkullas made to their god, and he lent his thunder to the strange warriors. Let us not draw down his vengeance further by doing we know not what. Let the beautiful woman remain this night in the wigwam of the council, covered with skins, and let none disturb her.
Then the head chief, having first thanked the Master of Life for his goodness to the Walkullas, got up and gave his brethren a talk.
The women wept aloud, and the men sprang up and seized their bows and arrows to go to war with the Walkullas and the strange warriors who had helped to slay their sons, but Chenos bade them sit down again. "There is one yet living," said he. "He will soon be here. The sound of his footsteps is in my ear as he crosses the hollow hills.
The head chief and the counsellors said the Walkullas were very brave and cunning, and the priests said their god was mightier than ours. The old and experienced warriors said the counsellors were wise, and had spoken well; but the Head Buffalo, the young warriors, and all who wished for war, would not listen to their words.
Both he and the Head Buffalo said they would go and attack the Walkullas and their friends alone. The young warriors then said they would also go to the battle, and with a great heart, as their fathers had done. Then the Shawanos rushed upon their foes. "The Walkullas fell before us like rain in the summer months. We were as a fire among rushes.
They said that our fathers had beaten their fathers in many battles, that the Shawanos were as brave and strong as they ever were, and the Walkullas much weaker and more cowardly.
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