Some rushed off in canoes. Others, headed by their chief and the youth, jumped upon their horses and went galloping away as fast as the wind.
Still others remained at home to protect their village, fearing that the enemy might come that way.
THEY GALLOPED AWAY AS FAST AS THE WIND
On and on the Indians rushed through the forest, along the river edge.
The canoes skimmed along the surface of the water like birds in the air.
But alas! they were too late.
When the Indians reached the village of the friendly tribe they saw a mass of flames. The enemy had gone after setting fire to all the wigwams.
The Indian women were running about, their long black hair flowing in the wind.
They were wringing their hands and calling on the Great Spirit for mercy.