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Swift and deep impressions were left upon the excited brain。 The tall figure of the Mohawk towered； gigantic； in the half light； and the spell that he threw over all was complete。
He spoke about half an hour； but when he stopped he did not sit down。 Henry knew by the deep breath that ran through the Long House that something more was coming from Thayendanegea。 Suddenly the red chief began to sing in a deep； vibrant voice； and this was the song that he sung：
This was the roll of you； All hail！ All hail！ All hail！
You that joined in the work； All hail！ All hail！ All hail！
You that finished the task； All hail！ All hail！ All hail！
The Great League； All hail！ All hail！ All hail！
There was the same incessant repetition of 〃Haih haih！〃 that Henry had noticed in the chant at the edge of the woods； but it seemed to give a cumulative effect； like the roll of thunder； and at every slight pause that deep breath of approval ran through the crowd in the Long House。 The effect of the song was indescribable。 Fire ran in the veins of all； men； women； and children。 The great pulses in their throats leaped up。 They were the mighty nation； the ever…victorious； the League of the Ho…de…no…sau…nee； that had held at bay both the French and the English since first a white man was seen in the land； and that would keep back the Americans now。
Henry glanced at Timmendiquas。 The nostrils of the great White Lightning were twitching。 The song reached to the very roots of his being； and aroused all his powers。 Like Thayendanegea； he was a statesman； and he saw that the Americans were far more formidable to his race than English or French had ever been。 The Americans were upon the ground； and incessantly pressed upon the red man； eye to eye。 Only powerful leagues like those of the Iroquois could withstand them。
Thayendanegea sat down； and then there was another silence； a period lasting about two minutes。 These silences seemed to be a necessary part of all Iroquois rites。 When it closed two young warriors stretched an elm bark rope across the room from east to west and near the ceiling； but between the high chiefs and the minor chiefs。 Then they hung dressed skins all along it； until the two grades of chiefs were hidden from the view of each other。 This was the sign of mourning； and was followed by a silence。 The fires in the Long House had died down somewhat； and little was to be seen but the eyes and general outline of the people。 Then a slender man of middle years； the best singer in all the Iroquois nation； arose and sang：
To the great chiefs bring we greeting； All hail！ All hail！ All hail！
To the dead chiefs； kindred greeting； All hail！ All hail！ All hail！
To the strong men 'round him greeting； All hail！ All hail！ All hail！
To the mourning women greeting； All hail！ All hail！ All hail！
There our grandsires' words repeating； All hail！ All hail！ All hail！
Graciously； Oh； grandsires； hear； All hail！ All hail！ All hail！
The singing voice was sweet； penetrating； and thrilling； and the song was sad。 At the pauses deep murmurs of sorrow ran through the crowd in the Long House。 Grief for the dead held them all。 When he finished； Satekariwate； the Mohawk； holding in his hands three belts of wampum； uttered a long historical chant telling of their glorious deeds； to which they listened patiently。 The chant over； he handed the belts to an attendant； who took them to Thayendanegea； who held them for a few moments and looked at them gravely。
One of the wampum belts was black； the sign of mourning； another was purple； the sign of war； and the third was white； the sign of peace。 They were beautiful pieces of workmanship； very old。
When Hiawatha left the Onondagas and fled to the Mohawks he crossed a lake supposed to be the Oneida。 While paddling along he noticed that man tiny black； purple； and white shells clung to his paddle。 Reaching the shore he found such shells in long rows upon the beach； and it occurred to him to use them for the depiction of thought according to color。 He strung them on threads of elm bark； and afterward； when the great league was formed； the shells were made to represent five clasped hands。 For four hundred years the wampum belts have been sacred among the Iroquois。
Now Thayendanegea gave the wampum belts back to the attendant； who returned them to Satekariwate； the Mohawk。 There was a silence once more； and then the chosen singer began the Consoling Song again； but now he did not sing it alone。 Two hundred male voices joined him； and the time became faster。 Its tone changed from mourning and sorrow to exultation and menace。 Everyone thought of war； the tomahawk； and victory。 The song sung as it was now became a genuine battle song； rousing and thrilling。 The Long House trembled with the mighty chorus； and its volume poured forth into the encircling dark woods。
All the time the song was going on； Satekariwate； the Mohawk； stood holding the belts in his hand； but when it was over he gave them to an attendant； who carried them to another head chief。 Thayendanegea now went to the center of the room and； standing between the two fires； asked who were the candidates for the places of the dead chiefs。
The dead chiefs were three； and three tall men； already chosen among their own tribes； came forward to succeed them。 Then a fourth came； and Henry was startled。 It was Timmendiquas； who； as the bravest chief of the brave Wyandots； was about to become； as a signal tribute； and as a great sign of friendship； an adopted son and honorary chief of the Mohawks； Keepers of the Western Gate； and most warlike of all the Iroquois tribes。
As Timmendiquas stood before Thayendanegea； a murmur of approval deeper than any that had gone before ran through all the crowd in the Long House； and it was deepest on the women's benches； where sat many matrons of the Iroquois； some of whom were chiefs…a woman could be a chief among the Iroquois。
The candidates were adjudged acceptable by the other chiefs； and Thayendanegea addressed them on their duties； while they listened in grave silence。 With his address the sacred part of the rite was concluded。 Nothing remained now but the great banquet outside … although that was much … and they poured forth to it joyously； Thayendanegea； the Mohawk； and Timmendiquas； the Wyandot； walking side by side； the finest two red chiefs on all the American continent。
CHAPTER VI
THE EVIL SPIRIT'S WORK
Henry slipped forth with the crowd from the Long House； stooping somewhat and shrinking into the smallest possible dimensions。 But there was little danger now that any one would notice him； as long as he behaved with prudence； because all grief and solemnity were thrown aside； and a thousand red souls intended to rejoice。 A vast banquet was arranged。 Great fires leaped up all through the village。 At every fire the Indian women； both young and old； were already far forward with the cooking。 Deer； bear； squirrel； rabbit； fish； and every other variety of game with which the woods and rivers of western New York and Pennsylvania swarmed were frying or roasting over the coals； and the air was permeated with savory odors。 There was a great hum of voices and an incessant chattering。 Here in the forest； among themselves； and in complete security； the Indian stoicism was relaxed。 According to their customs everybody fell to eating at a prodigious rate； as if they had not tasted anything for a month； and as if they intended to eat enough now to last another month。
It was far into the night； because the ceremonies had lasted a long time； but a brilliant moon shone down upon the feasting crowd； and the flames of the great fires； yellow and blue； leaped and danced。 This was an oasis of light and life。 Timmendiquas and Thayendanegea sat together before the largest fire； and they ate with more restraint than the others。 Even at the banquet they would not relax their dignity as great chiefs。 Old Skanawati； the Onondaga； old Atotarho； Onondaga； too； Satekariwate； the Mohawk； Kanokarih； the Seneca； and others； head chiefs though they were of the three senior tribes； did not hesitate to eat as the rich Romans of the Empire ate； swallowing immense quantities of all kinds of meat； and drinking a sort of cider that the women made。 Several warriors ate and drank until they fell down in a stupor by the fires。 The same warriors on the hunt or the war path would go for days without food； enduring every manner of hardship。 Now and then a warrior would leap up and begin a chant telling of some glorious deed of his。 Those at his own fire would listen； but elsewhere they took no notice。
In the largest open space a middle…aged Onondaga with a fine face suddenly uttered a sharp cry： 〃 Hehmio！〃 which he rapidly repeated twice。 Two score voices instantly replied； 〃Heh！〃 and a rush was made for him。 At least a hundred gathered around him； but they stood in a respectful circle； no one nearer than ten feet。 He waved his hand； and all sat down on the ground。 Then； he； too； sat down； all gazing at him intently and with expectancy。
He was a professional story…teller； an institution great and honor