Where chieftains joined the deep debate,
Than proud Peechiki. He had trod
With Pontiac on the path of blood;
With Pontiac had at every chance
Still struggled for the love of France;
With Pontiac in the battle’s crash
Hewed down the hated Sagaunash;[[4]]
And when his last the Ottowa breathed,
To stern Peechiki was bequeathed
A hidden hatred—such as burns