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"The Wyandots are not so many as the warriors of the Great
League," said Timmendiquas proudly, "but no one has ever been
before them in battle."
"You speak truth, as I have often heard it," said Thayendanegea
thoughtfully. Then be showed Timmendiquas to a lodge of honor,
the finest in the village, and retired to his own.
The great feast was over, but the chiefs had come to a momentous
decision. Still chafing over their defeat at Oriskany, they
would make a new and formidable attack upon the white
settlements, and Timmendiquas and his fierce Wyandots would help
them. All of them, from the oldest to the youngest, rejoiced in
the decision, and, not least, the famous Thayendanegea. He hated
the Americans most because they were upon the soil, and were
always pressing forward against the Indian. The Englishmen were
far away, and if they prevailed in the great war, the march of
the American would be less rapid. He would strike once more with
the Englishmen, and the Iroquois could deliver mighty blows on
the American rearguard. He and his Mohawks, proud Keepers of the
Western Gate, would lead in the onset. Thayendanegea considered
it a good night's work, and he slept peacefully.
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