"Friends and warriors, you will learn to-day
who are the friends of the white man, and none
will dare again to insinuate that I have been
against the interests of my own people," he
replied.
After a brief consultation with the chiefs he
advised the traders:
"Do not hesitate to fill the powder-horns of
my warriors; they may be compelled to fight all
day."
Soon loud yells were heard along the road
to the Indian village.
"Ho, ho! Tawasuota u ye do!" (He is
coming; he is coming!") shouted the warriors
in chorus.
The famous war-chief dismounted in silence,
gun in hand, and walked directly toward the
larger store.
"Friend," he exclaimed, "we may both meet
the 'Great Mystery' to-day, but you must go
first."
There was a loud report, and the unsuspect-
ing white man lay dead. It was James Lynd,
one of the early traders, and a good friend to
the Indians.
No sooner had Tawasuota fired the fatal shot
than every other Indian discharged his piece.
Hither and thither ran the frantic people, seek-
ing safety, but seeking it in vain.
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