Waterbury evening Democrat., 1905-04-19

{ or wise as he.' He is gone,' says one
 to the wilderness where live the igno
 raHt Iroquois. He has taken pity ol
 their blindness and will teach then
 many things. They cannot hunt; tho,
 cannot fish; they are but squaws fl
 only to sit and pound the maize be
 tween two stones. He will show then
 how to live. They have no courage i At the barking of a wolf they run; tn,
 sound of an owl at night causes then
 to tremble.'"
 The movements sS the s.zzser became
 more rapid and he passed gradually
 around the open space. One by ont
 the fires were lighted, and each of the
 surrounding crowd armed himself with
 piece of bark; lighting one end o1
 this, they waited. The motion of his
 dance gradually loosened the robe
 around the prisoner, which he allowed i to slip off and he continued his sters
 naked. As he passed along, the wait {, ing blazing bits of bar in the hands i of his tormentors were applied to hss back, his arms, and his legs, inflicting 1 painful burns. The victim did not l vince, but went on faster and faster, i never stopping his song for an instant. ''Akiesko will show the poor Iroquois how to live. He will also show them how to die They will drink of his blood: and their own, which is only water, will become thick and red. i They will eat his heart and it will ! make them men; they will be squaws and children no longer, but will be- come warriors. My brothers, Akiesko Is going to die. Amuse yourselves boldly around him; he fears neither tortures nor death.".
 The dance became faster and more furious. A growing excitement moved the throng, shout of delight went up as one buck ran behind the prisoner, and pressed against his back the red- hot head of an ax; the sight of the smoke arising from the burning flesh and the odor that was waited to their nostrils served further to stimulate the minds of the onlookers. Renee shuddered and closed her eyes, Miron noticed it, and, turning to Tonti; said loud enough for her to hear, "Is your seat comfortable, M Tonti? If not, I have provided another for your use tomorrow. It is pointed stake. I fear it would be tiresome standing out there on your feet the whole time, as your Mohegan friend is doing" Tonti disdained to reply, but strove to con- vey by look to Akiesko his feelings of sympathy for his sufferings and commendation for his bravery.
 Gradually the lust for cruelty in the savage breasts broke beyond restraint Now one rushes towards the dancing figure and, seizing his hand, tears loose a finger-nail; another coming from behind cuts his flesh; still another thrusts pine splinter into his shoul- der and lights 1t. Cries of exultation are heard on all sides. Above it all, clear, but with waning strength, comes the taunting voice:
 "The Iroquois are squaws who shud- der at the sight of blood. They are but children at the torture. They can- not cause Mohegan pain"
 Wilder and wilder goes the dance, louder and yet more loud rise the hoarse triumphing cries of the fiendish persacutors.aaA At .lapgth, the. pTispper,,s vigor shows signs Of exhaustion. He stumbles and falls, but is up again with louder tone to his voice and a more agile movement than before. His face is now no longer recognizable. Long thorns have been thrust through his cheeks and forehead, and masses of clotted blood hang from his eye brows. The flesh of his body drops in torn shreds. The surface is covered with an oozing stream of blood. At length he staggers and falls fainting. His tormentors seize him and lay him upon the hot ashes of one of the fires; the pain revives him and he jumps up and passes on. Again he falls. This time they pour fresh water over his burns and wounds and give it 10 him to drink. The refreshing coolness re- calls him once more to life and mis- cry. He is dragged up the steps of the scaffold and made to stand erect, his arms stretched over and fastened to a cross-piece. thus suspending him so as to throw his weight upon his wrists.
 Pandemonium is let loose. The crowd of yelping. screeching demons surrounds the scaffolding. He gazes at them and a smile breaks on his lips, as with eyes glaring with hatred he reviles and mocks them.
 Dogs of Iroquois. why do you not make me cry out with pain. like one of you would do if bee stung him? It is because I am a Mohegan chief. brave and without fear"
 Heated stones are now placed be- heath the soles of his feet: one stands above and slowly pours boiling water over his head: another now ap- breaches and empties a gourd full of the scalding st,Sff down his throat. A red-hot iron is passed into each eye. burning the socket empty. A young buck climbs upon the cross-beam and deftly scalps him. holding up the gory trophy to the shrieking throng below. Suddenly a silence. The end is near. Every human voice is stopped. and only the repressed breathing of the in- fu-iated mob is heard. Sightless. quiv-