For a long time the lads were kept in continual doubt as to whether they
were to live or die. Then they unexpectedly found a friend in the young
son of one of the Mohawk medicine-men, a man of great influence with
Standing Wolf. From that time their uncertainty was set at rest. The
young Mohawk made them understand that they were not to be killed. Some
time later, when he had learned to express himself in the Delaware
tongue, he told why Running Fox had been spared.
The Mohawk said that Standing Wolf had determined to kill Running Fox,
but the medicine-man interfered. The latter had had a dream concerning
the youthful prisoners, and declared that a great calamity would fall
upon the camp if they were put to death. At first Standing Wolf paid
little attention to him, and prepared to carry out his revenge. However,
at the very moment when Running Fox was tied to the torture stake
misfortunes began to fall upon the camp. First an old man fell and broke
his leg. Then a child of one of the women who was participating in the
attack on Running Fox died suddenly while the mother was in the act of
beating the prisoner. As a climax the medicine-bundle fell from its
tripod in the sacred lodge, as the warriors were dancing about the
stake. Word of the strange coincidences was instantly carried to the
Mohawk chief, and when the alarmed medicine-man himself rushed up and
told what had happened to the medicine-bundle even Standing Wolf became
filled with superstitious awe, and immediately altered his decision
regarding the fate of the captive.
The Delawares showed great interest in the Mohawk medicine-bundle, and
asked a number of questions concerning it. They asked in vain, however,
for the young Mohawk only shook his head, and pretended to misunderstand
them. Fearing that further questioning might arouse his suspicions, they
immediately changed the topic of conversation.
Although Standing Wolf had spared the lives of the Delawares, he used
every means in his power to annoy and humiliate them. For a long time he
compelled them to go about the village with their hands loosely bound
behind them, so that they were powerless to save themselves from the
attacks of the women and children whom he made no attempt to restrain.
He also kept them on the verge of starvation, and fed them with the most
unpalatable scraps from the camp. They were warned that if they
approached nearer than a bow-shot to the doorway in the stockade they
would be killed by the first person who saw them. As they were
constantly watched, and the entrance to the camp was continually closed
and barred with massive logs, the lads thought the warning quite
unnecessary. Then as the days passed they were permitted to wander more
freely about the village. However, they soon realized that to attempt to
escape would be the height of folly. Therefore, they continued to
cultivate their friendship with the son of the medicine-man in the hope
of eventually learning the secret which had brought them upon their
mission. With that once in their possession, they had implicit faith
that Getanittowit himself would offer them an opportunity to escape from
their foes.
The Delawares had been in the Mohawk camp many days when Winaminge,
The-Time-Of-Roasting-Ears, arrived. It was at that season that the
Iroquois gathered together to celebrate the Green Corn Festival.
Sometimes the various Iroquois tribes celebrated the occasion in their
own village, and at other times they traveled to the villages of their
nearest tribesmen. Upon this particular occasion, however, it was
apparent that the Mohawks intended to observe the festival by
themselves. The Delawares watched the preparations with interest, for
they were similar to those which they had observed in their own tribe,
and they hoped that before the four days’ celebration ended they might
learn the secret for which they were risking themselves.
In celebrating the Green Corn Festival the ceremonies were begun each
day soon after dawn, and ended promptly at midday, or when the sun
reached the meridian. It was a festival of thanksgiving to Ha-weu-ne-yu,
the Great Spirit, for ripening the corn, beans and squashes. On the day
before the celebration began, the entire tribe gathered in the center of
the village to confess their wrong deeds, and promise to live better
lives. Strips of white shells, or wampum, were passed from one to
another, and each person held it while acknowledging his misdeeds, and
pledging himself to a better life in the future. The wampum was believed
to record and preserve each pledge. The women and even the older
children were required to join in the ceremony. The Delawares, however,
were barred from participating, or approaching within hearing distance.
They looked on in respectful silence from the door of their lodge.
“Well, we have made the vows,” the young Mohawk told them at the
conclusion of the ceremony. “When the next sun comes we will begin the
celebration.”
The lads would have liked to ask him if the mysterious medicine-bundle
would appear in the ceremony. They realized, however, that any reference
to it might ruin all chance of learning what they wished to know.
“Running Fox, I believe that these people are about to do a great
thing,” said Spotted Deer. “I believe Standing Wolf and the medicine-men
will have much to do with it. If we watch sharp perhaps we will find out
something about the mysterious medicine-bundle that gives this great
chief his power.”
“Yes, that is true,” replied Running Fox. “But we must be very careful.
The Mohawks are as cute as Sanquen, the weasel. If they find out what we
are after it will be the end of us.”
The Green Corn Festival began at dawn the following day. The Delawares
were awakened by a number of criers, or couriers, who hurried through
the camp calling the people from their lodges. As the lads reached the
door of their lodge they saw the Mohawks gathering in the center of the
village.
“Come, let us go over there, and see what is going to happen,” proposed
Spotted Deer.
“Perhaps that will make the Mohawks mad,” suggested Running Fox.
“Well, that may be true,” replied Spotted Deer. “But I am going to see
how near I can get.”
A moment afterward they were hurrying toward the center of the camp.
They had not gone far, however, when they encountered a surly looking
old woman who instantly challenged them. Pointing toward the lodge which
they had just left she made them understand that they were to return at
once. To be ordered about by a toothless old woman was a rather
humiliating experience for the high tempered young Delawares, especially
as they saw a number of warriors looking on with great amusement. For a
moment, therefore, the lads held their ground. This drove the old woman
into a wild rage, and she immediately seized a stick and began to beat
them. Realizing that further resistance might lead to more serious
consequences the Delawares began to walk slowly toward their lodge. The
old woman was not satisfied, however, and she tried to make them run. A
great crowd had gathered to watch her, and the Delawares heard much
jeering and laughing at their expense. Carried away by anger, Spotted
Deer suddenly wheeled and sprang at his tormentor, yelling so fiercely
that the old woman dropped her stick and hobbled away as fast as she
could go. The Mohawks were quick to see the humorous side of the
incident, and laughed good naturedly.
“I believe that old woman is a witch,” Running Fox declared, angrily,
when they reached the lodge. “She made us look foolish. Some time I will
kill many Mohawks to wipe that out of my heart.”
“She made me very mad,” replied Spotted Deer. “Well, I frightened her,
and now all the people are laughing about it. We must watch out. She
will try to harm us.”
Then their thoughts were diverted by the appearance of Standing Wolf and
a number of the principal men of the tribe. They stood in the middle of
the camp, and the Mohawks formed around them. There was a few moments of
silence, and then the Mohawk chief addressed his people. The eyes of the
Delawares glowed threateningly as they watched him, for he was a cruel,
relentless foe whom they had learned to hate.
“I would like to kill that man,” declared Spotted Deer.
“I believe he bears a charmed life,” said Running Fox. “We must find out
how he gets his power before we can kill him.”
“When Standing Wolf had finished speaking he called the father of the
lad who had befriended the Delawares, and the medicine-man approached
with something wrapped in a small black bearskin. Then he drew off the
robe, and presented Standing Wolf with what appeared to be a small
bundle of bird and animal skins.
“It is the mysterious medicine-bundle!” Spotted Deer whispered,
excitedly.
“Do not talk—watch,” Running Fox cautioned him.
They saw Standing Wolf carefully unfasten the wrappings from the
medicine-bundle, and remove a skin of the great white Medicine Owl. He
held it before him, and raised his face toward the heavens. It was
evident that he was chanting a sacred medicine-song. Then he turned
toward the four principal points of the compass, and repeated the
ceremony. The Delawares watched him with fascinated eyes. They believed
that at last the secret of his power had been discovered. Gokhos, the
mysterious white Medicine Owl, was his lucky talisman.
“Now I know why Getanittowit put us in this camp,” said Running Fox.
“Yes, I have seen the white robe of Gokhos, the Medicine Owl, and I will
not go away without it.”
“It is wrapped in the mysterious medicine-bundle,” Spotted Deer warned
him. “Much harm may come to us if we open one of those bundles.”
“No, I do not believe it,” replied Running Fox. “I must do as it
appeared in my dream. Spotted Deer, if we get that mysterious white
skin, I believe we will become as great as Standing Wolf.”
The thought fired their imagination. They lost all further interest in
the Green Corn Festival, and cared only to know into which lodge the
medicine-man carried the sacred bundle. They watched patiently until the
first day’s ceremony ended at midday. Then they sought to keep the
medicine-man and his precious burden in sight, but in spite of their
best efforts he eluded them in the great throng of Mohawks, and their
long vigil ended in bitter disappointment.
“I believe we will find it in the lodge of that medicine-man,” declared
Spotted Deer.
“No, I believe it is in the lodge of Standing Wolf,” said Running Fox.
“Well, if that is true perhaps some bad Medicine Creatures will kill us
if we go into the lodge,” Spotted Deer suggested, solemnly.
“Well, I cannot help it,” replied Running Fox. “When I find out where
the mysterious medicine-bundle hangs I am going in to get that skin.”
“How will you get away?” inquired Spotted Deer.
“When I have that big medicine thing I will be able to do anything,”
Running Fox assured him.
The Mohawks devoted the balance of the day to sports and games, and at
dark they gathered for the great feast of succotash, which was made of
corn, beans and squashes. The food was cooked in large clay urns, or
bowls, and each member of the tribe helped himself. Before the people
began to eat, however, one of the medicine-men started a weird,
melancholy chant, and in a few moments the entire tribe united in a
mighty chorus. It was a song of thanks to the Great Spirit, for
supplying their wants. At the end of the simple ceremony, the Mohawks
proceeded to enjoy themselves. The Delawares looked on with envious
eyes, for in spite of the hilarity and good-will which prevailed at the
feast the Mohawks showed no intention of sending any of the food to
their captives. “Perhaps this would be a good time to look for the
medicine-bundle,” suggested Spotted Deer. “The Mohawks are all together
in the middle of the camp, and there will be no one to see us.”
“No, we must not go now,” Running Fox told him. “If we leave this lodge
they will know about It. When we go to look for the medicine-bundle we
must know how we are going to get out of the camp.”
The Green Corn Festival continued through the three following days, and
each night the feast was resumed. The last night, however, was largely
given up to a number of sacred dances which the Delawares were not
permitted to see. While the dances were in progress the lads were bound,
and confined in their lodge. An aged warrior sat in the doorway to
prevent them from looking out.
The following day the village was thrown into a turmoil by the return of
several Mohawk hunters who said that a large war-party of Chippewas were
approaching from the north. The Delawares learned the news from their
friend, the son of the medicine-man. He said that the Mohawks expected
the Chippewas to attack the village in revenge for the death of a number
of Chippewa hunters whom the Mohawks had surprised and killed some time
previously.
“Yes, there will be a big fight,” declared the Mohawk. “The Chippewas
are very fierce, but my people will kill them. My friends, I warn you to
be very careful what you do. If you try to get away, or try to help the
Chippewas, you will surely be killed.”
The Delawares instantly realized the significance of his warning, and
they determined to profit by it. They knew that it would be foolhardy to
attempt to escape while the camp was besieged by enemies, for it was
certain that the entrances and weak spots would be more closely guarded
than ever. Besides, they had little doubt that if they should fall into
the hands of the Chippewas the latter would mistake them for Mohawks,
and kill them at once.
“This thing is bad for us,” said Running Fox. “If this fight goes
against the Mohawks they will believe that we have brought bad fortune
upon them, and perhaps they will kill us. If the Chippewas break into
the village they will kill us for Mohawks. We must do what we can to
show the Mohawks that we have nothing to do with it.”
The Delawares wisely remained in their lodge, therefore, while the
Mohawks prepared for battle. Scouts were immediately sent out to locate
the hostile war-party, while a great company of warriors assembled to
defend the camp. Standing Wolf and a number of sub-chiefs and
medicine-men hurried to the council-lodge.
“Now perhaps we will see how this great chief gets his power,” said
Spotted Deer.
“We will try to watch him,” replied Running Fox.
The day was almost ended when the lads saw the scouts enter the camp. A
short time afterward the young Mohawk came to the lodge, and told the
Delawares that the Mohawks expected the Chippewas to attack the village
some time during the night or early dawn. He also boasted that his
people had gained a notable victory over the Shawnees, and had sent
them, fleeing toward their own boundaries in a wild panic.
“The foolish Chippewas have come a long distance to get here, but we
will soon chase them away,” declared the Mohawk lad.
“Perhaps it will not be so easy,” suggested Spotted Deer.
“You will see,” laughed the young Mohawk.
The Delawares awaited the encounter with considerable impatience. They
had been warned against leaving the lodge under penalty of death, and
they realized that they would see little of the fight. However, they
were determined to see as much as possible, and as soon as it grew dark
they seated themselves in the doorway of the lodge. The camp was
brightly illuminated to guard against the Chippewas scaling the stockade
without being seen. Groups of warriors stood about the barred entrances,
and others patrolled the inside of the stockade. Standing Wolf and
several noted war-leaders stood in the center of the camp to give
commands. The women and children, and even the dogs, were sheltered in
the lodges.
“See, those warriors are talking about us,” said Running Fox.
Two of the warriors with Standing Wolf were looking toward the
Delawares. In a few moments they spoke to the war-chief, and he, too,
looked toward the Delawares.
“We have done a bad thing to show ourselves,” Running Fox declared,
uneasily.
The next moment they saw Standing Wolf call one of the fighting men, and
point at the lodge. The warrior at once turned and walked rapidly toward
the Delawares.
“Something is going to happen to us,” said Running Fox.
“Come, we will move back into the lodge,” proposed Spotted Deer.
“No!” cried Running Fox. “We will not be frightened into our den like
rabbits. We have put ourselves here. Well, we will stay here and meet
this man.”
As the warrior approached them he began to talk fiercely, and point
toward the interior of the lodge. The Delawares had little doubt about
his meaning, and yet they made no attempt to comply with his commands. A
moment later they realized their folly, for the Mohawk raised his bow
and shot an arrow directly between them. It was a hint which they
thought it well to accept, and they immediately withdrew into the lodge.
The Mohawk entered after them, however, and proceeded to bind their
hands and feet. Then, to make matters worse, he tied buckskin bandages
over their eyes.
“Well, we have got ourselves into this trouble,” Running Fox declared,
savagely. “It was foolish to show ourselves to Standing Wolf. Now we
will see nothing. If the Chippewas get into the camp we will be killed
like Moskimus, the rabbit, when we find him in our traps.”
“It is bad,” agreed Spotted Deer.
They lay a long time listening for the sounds of battle. An unusual hush
had fallen upon the camp, and it was evident that the Mohawks also were
listening. Then the notes of Gokhos, the owl, sounded close outside the
camp. In a few moments they heard the logs being drawn from the opening
in the stockade.
“One of the scouts has come into the camp to tell about something,” said
Spotted Deer.
“Listen!” cried Running Fox. “The Chippewas have come.”
The melancholy howl of the timber wolf rang through the forest. It rose
on four sides of the camp. Then a wild outburst of yells broke forth
close to the stockade.
“The fight has begun!” Spotted Deer cried, excitedly.
For some time the Mohawks and their foes contented themselves with
shouting defiance at one another. It was evident that the former felt
quite secure behind their log stockade, and had no inclination to risk
themselves in the open. It was not long, however, before the Delawares
heard sounds which led them to believe that the Chippewas intended to
force the fighting. They had apparently kindled fires on all side of the
stockade in an effort to burn the village. The possibility was somewhat
alarming to the helpless young captives in the deserted lodge. Once the
stockade caught fire they knew that it would only be a question of
moments before the dry bark lodge would be in flames. However, the noise
from the camp indicated that the Mohawks were quick to realize the
peril, and the Delawares had little doubt that they would rush out and
attempt to extinguish the fires.
“Listen, the Mohawks are on the outside of the camp!” Running Fox cried,
a few moments later.
The Delawares heard the fierce Mohawk war-cry ringing through the night
on every side of the village, and they knew that a great fight was
taking place on the other side of the stockade. The village was in wild
disorder. The sounds of battle had alarmed the women and children, and
roused the dogs, and all of them added their voices to the din. The camp
was lighted by the lurid glare of the flames, while dense clouds of
smoke rolled into the lodges. The Delawares feared that some of them had
already been set on fire. Then somewhere on the opposite side of the
village they heard sounds which set their hearts beating wildly.
“I believe the Chippewas have got into the camp!” declared Spotted Deer.
“We will see if the great Standing Wolf can drive them out.”
However, in a few moments they heard the triumphant yells of the
Mohawks, and they knew that the Chippewas had been forced out or
overcome. The fight on the outside of the camp seemed to be raging in
undiminished fury. Then there, too, the Mohawk war-cry echoed
triumphantly through the night, and the Delawares believed that for the
moment at least the Chippewas had been driven off.
“Well, the Mohawks have won a big battle,” said Spotted Deer, as the
sounds of conflict gradually subsided.
“It is good,” declared Running Fox. “Perhaps it will help us. I believe
the Chippewas have made a hole into the camp. Perhaps we will be able to
crawl out.”
Soon afterward they heard the Mohawk war-party entering the village in
triumph. They marched noisily about the camp shouting, and singing their
war-songs. The Delawares wondered whether they had brought in any
prisoners. Then the young Mohawk entered the lodge, and saw the
predicament of his friends.
“Hi, my friends, my people have done what I told you about,” he cried,
as he stooped and took the bandages from their eyes. “We have killed
many Chippewas. All who escaped are running toward their lodges.
Standing Wolf ran out and killed three Chippewas at one time. He is a
great man. Perhaps this great victory will make his heart good toward
you. Perhaps he will let you go. Now I will go, and talk with my father
about it. Perhaps he will help you.”
“You are a Mohawk, but you are a good friend,” Running Fox said, warmly.
While the Delawares had little hope that the fierce Mohawk chief would
relent and give them their liberty, still they realized that an appeal
in their behalf from one of the powerful Mohawk medicine-men might go a
long way toward gaining them sufficient freedom to enable them to
escape.
“See, they do not free our hands and feet,” said Spotted Deer. “I
believe the Chippewas have made an opening into the camp.”
“Well, we must try to do something,” declared Running Fox. “Pretty soon
it will get light. Then perhaps we can look around, and see what has
happened.”