The Worcester spy. [volume] (Worcester, Mass.) 1898-1904, 1901-10-03

| ing them back to his own town, the
next day, tortured them to death in
most unspeakable ways.
No sooner had Boyd and Parker been
taken away, that night, than Brant
came in, followed by six or eight of his
guard. so you're going to roast me,
Captain?" said |. I felt that l must
assume a brave front even If L did not
feel it, To be sure l had been cheered
somewhat by his whispered words put
l was not yet certain that was to
escape, or if so, how.
"Quedar run gauntlet first. Then
roast mebbe."
you'll have to build high fire, Cap
tain, to roast me- I'll tell you what
I'd rather you'd do: go outside and
hunt up Beacraft-he's with your
crowd, isn't he? Bring him and Wal
ter Butlr and that hulking brute Nc
Donald. Turn 'em all loose in this room
here with me barehanded and If don't
plaster these logs with parts of EN-
if l don't kill every last one of 'em,
do with me what you will"
The Chief shook his head, but his
eyes glittered, and / fancied that he
would have enjoyed the contest. An
old Mohawk one of his guard and
privileged character, here spoke up.
heap big fight, too. Me like see it"
You can bet your blanket, Little
Aaron" l returned. I knew the old
fellow, having met him many. times at
OkWaga where he was head man OF
the Mohawks. He made no further
comment, but a little later the re-
mainder of the guard went outside, he
and Brant retiring to a farther corner
of the cabin. where they talked some
time in low voice. Soon Brant arose
and went out and Little Aaron COM
ing over, squatted down beside me. He
looked at me keenly, said nothing, then
arose again and replenished my small
fire. He was a peculiar old fellow; be-
ing of few words, even for an Indian.
He never smoked except at council
fires, but he chewed,-a literally ate
tobacco.
"Quedar hold tongue?" he finally in
quired.
Il think 1 can. Little Aaron. Try
me and see"
"Quedar keep secret, no matter how
much torture?"
1 felt encouraged and ready to prom
Use anything, yet could 1? / meditated
little. 1t was death anyhow. 1 would
keep it. Yes, Little Aaron, if you'll
Dromise me to get around and Ratchet
me before the thing has lasted too long,
I'll keep num-"
Little Aaron bowed gravely, and 1
knew that he would keep his word.
"Quedar give two word?" He held up
two fingers.
Yes, 1 may as well make two prom
ises at one; it will be all the same in
the end"
His head approached mine, and his
| tobacco laden breath almost choked me
| ~ hi
an inch of mine: Captain Brant, him
glad Quedar choke White Skunk. All
Mohawks glad. Quedar brave lad. SEN
ekees all thirsty. Want drink blood
White Oneida. Little Beard want eat
! heart"
Speak Mohawk I speak him." I in
terrupted, eager to hasten what was
coming, and loath to wait his hating
English For some reason he would not
change to Mohawk, but spoke more
rapidly and also more smoothly.
'Tomorrow's sun, Quedar be led out
and tied to torture tree for Ratchet test.
| Captain Brant, Little Aaron. all Mo-
| hawks throw tomahawk Mebbe knife,
too. All taunt White Oneida. Call
him skunk, woodchuck, rabbit, toad.
! Captain Brant worst all. No kill White
| Oneida. Cut him little mebbe. No
| kill Then long gauntlet troo ole stock
ade. Senekee squaws heap long gads-
dog clubs, too, mebbe. All lick. Lick
all same hell. Furder end gantlet meb-
be 10 Mohawk"-here he held up both
hands-"all clubs knives, prisoner
strings. Mohawks jump. Strike at
| Quedar-no hit i'm, Fool Senekees.
Quedar jump high like young buck.
Strike. Yell all same debbil. Mohawks
'fraid Let go. Quedar find two shoot
gun, sack corn, under roots Old 'Moke's
| oak, head Old 'Moke's glen"