A loud war-whoop went up, for many be-
lieved that this was one of the men who had
stolen their trust funds.
Tawasuota continued to sit and smoke in the
shade while the carnage and plunder that he
had set on foot proceeded on all sides of him.
Presently men began to form small parties to
cross the river on their mission of death, but
he refused to join any of them. At last, several
of the older warriors came up to smoke with
him.
"Ho, nephew," said one of them with much
gravity, "you have precipitated a dreadful ca-
lamity. This means the loss of our country,
the destruction of our nation. What were you
thinking of?"
It was the Wahpeton chief who spoke, a
blood-relation to Tawasuota. He did not at
once reply, but filled his pipe in silence, and
handed it to the man who thus reproached him.
It was a just rebuke; for he was a brave man,
and he could have refused the request of his
chief to open the massacre.
At this moment it was announced that a body
of white soldiers were on the march from Fort
Ridgeley.
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