Told by Peter York.
The Mohawks were so bad that they used to kill for nothing. One time
there were three Ojibwa brothers, and one day the Mohawks met one of
the brothers and killed him. They hid him in the bush and took his
scalp home. When the other two came to know that their brother had been
killed they got mad (angry) and both got ready with war clubs and lots
of shot and powder. When they got to the Mohawk village their enemies
were waiting for them to come. These brothers did all they could; they
killed about three to five hundred of the Mohawks. While the fight was
going on, one of the two Ojibwas got shot in the leg, and the leg was
broken below the knee, but he fought on till he got tired and sick.
“Well,” he said to his brother, “we are going to get beaten. I will die
in their hands, you run away and tell our people what has happened.”
The other brother started back home and left his brother to be killed,
who was killed some time later. The one that got home told all the
people what had happened. Everybody got ready to go down and kill all
the Mohawks. When they got to the place where the fight was they saw
the dead man sitting up dressed in some very nice things, such as
buckskin clothing, but his scalp was taken.
When the Ojibwas got to the Mohawk village their captain gave a big
yell to show the Mohawks that there was going to be a fight, and
started to kill everyone who was in the village. When they got through
they searched the place for the scalp that was taken from the brother
and when they found it they burnt the village and started back home.
When they got there they had a big time over the recovered scalp.