The Indian mournfully shook his head, and then said,
"Give me a new musket, for the time is coming—the time that has been foretold."
"By whom?"
"The sachems, the pawaws, and the old men of the Iroquois."
"And what shall happen, mon camarade?"
"The warriors of the Six Nations will break the pipe of peace and dig up the great war-hatchet."
"Against whom?
"All who come from the land of the rising sun."
"Be it so," said the baron, shrugging his shoulders, and looking with some anxiety towards the long shadows, that darkened in the forest vistas; "you shall have your musket; but give me the child, mon ami; and now for the camp of Louis de St. Voran!"
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