Tied him fast with cords of elm-bark
To the ridge-pole of his wigwam.
“Kahgahgee, my raven!” said he,
“You the leader of the robbers,
You the plotter of this mischief,
The contriver of this outrage,
I will keep you, I will hold you,
As a hostage for your people,
As a pledge of good behavior!”
And he left him, grim and sulky,