His nephew looked sadly into the old man’s face, fervently pressing his hand. He dared not trust himself to speak.
“And this is the act of a friend. So much for my blind faith in the traitor’s deceitful words. May the curse of the Great Spirit fall on him and his!”
Wacora added—“Yes; may both be accursed!”
Then drawing his uncle away from the contemplation of the painful sight, he conducted him to a neighbouring grove of oaks; the tribe halting near the spot.
A council of the chief men was instantly called, and a plan of action resolved on.
Oluski and Wacora were commissioned to visit the white settlement, and demand the reason of this scandalous usurpation.
The Indians proceeded no farther.
That night they encamped upon the spot where they had halted, and early the next morning the two chiefs departed on their mission.
As they approached the hill another surprise awaited them.
Surrounding it was a strong wooden stockade, with substantially built block-houses at regular distances from each other. Behind the palisading men were seen, as if watching the approach, and ready to receive them in a hostile manner.