Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1858-06-24

down the valley of small stream, which they
knew led to the pleasure grounds of the great
river. Carefully concealing their approach,
| they had not long remained in ambush before
they observed Pakota, the daughter Of Now
egan, and her maidens, gathering wild flowers
near the bank of the river. Her bow and ar
row lay near by, while upon the river two
maidens were snaring the fnny inhabitants of
the water
Darling along concealed by the thicket, one
of the party succeeded in cutting off her re-
treat, and the only daughter of Mowegan-the
pride of the Mohawks-was their captive.
Ksewing that they should be followeaas soon
as the Others could give the alarm, they seized
a canoe and hastened down the stream until
concealed by the bend in the river, they landed,
and pushing the canoe out into the rapids, left
it to the current of the stream, the more eff
fectually to conceal their trail, and then in a
circuitous route hastened toward the mountains
They had just reached the scene of the ap-
preaching expedition, when the signal of the ap-
proach of the Mohawks was given.
Maddened with the fury of revenge, the Allies
were inpatient for the conflict Here again
the stratagem of warfare was brought into re-
QUESTION. Never meeting the foe face to face,
butbefore the Mohawks reached the outskirts of
their camp, each warrior was concealed behind
a tree, log, or root, in waiting for their near
approach.
The party proved but the band of Mohawks
in pursuit of those who had captured the
daughter of their Chief, instead of part of
the main army.
Not suspecting the numbers and presence of
the war expedition, what was their surprise to
find themselves completely surrounded by the
enemy-not only the party who had borne off
the flower of their tribe, but party as numer-
GUS as the leaves of the forest, while every
shadow held a war club and every bush bend
ed bow.
"The Mohawks are in the snare of the Allies ;
cleaye their scalps, and leave their bones un-
buried, said Nagowa, and uttering the war
whoop, an hundred arrows flew to the work of
death. Knowing that they had no hope for
mercy, the Mohawk party fought until wound
ed and overpowered by the number of then foes.
Many were the death whoops that came to the
ears of Pakota, as scalp after scalp was cleft
from the head of her people,
Those of the Mohawks captured alive were
firmly bound to await a future disposal. The
! twp of tho Allies slain were buried, and the
wounds of the Others dressed, and again the
forest rang with the exultatons of the victo-
rious Allies
AS the morning broke over the scene, the
usual council was called, and the runners re-
ported no near approach of enemies.
L" The Great Spirits smile rests upon
Nagowa his brave warriors are successful, -"
said Wahontes, and the ransom of the Oneida
Dove is secured. But the Wolf still turks near
our camp, and his council fires must 60 out be-
fore we return"
Wahontes is right the Oncidas will never
leave the war trail until the Mohawk Wolf is
among their prisoners, or his scalp adds hawk
feather to his CROWN
Orders were given for the safe conveyance of
Pakota and the prisoners to the village of the
! Oneidas, and the expedition again separated for
the means of sustenance, and the camp of their
enemies.