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riors in the spring. I saw the scene of the fight 

 where the two prisoners here were taken. I passed 

 quickly ; I would not look on the blood of my peo- 

 ple. Their bodies lie there still ; I turned away 

 my eyes, that I might not be angry." Then, stoop- 

 ing, he struck the ground and seemed to listen. 

 " I heard the voice of my ancestors, slain by the 

 Algonquins, crying to me in a tone of affection, 

 ' My grandson, my grandson, restrain your anger : 

 think no more of us, for you cannot deliver us 

 from death ; think of the living ; rescue them from 

 the knife and the fire.' When I heard these voices, 

 I went on my way, and journeyed hither to deliver 

 those whom you still hold in captivity." 



The fifth, sixth, and seventh belts were to open 

 the passage by water from the French to the 

 Iroquois, to chase hostile canoes from the river, 

 smooth away the rapids and cataracts, and calm 

 the waves of the lake. The eighth cleared the 

 path by land. " You would have said," writes 

 Vimont, " that he was cutting down trees, hacking 

 off branches, dragging away bushes, and filling up 

 holes." — "Look!" exclaimed the orator, when he 

 had ended this pantomime, " the road is open, 

 smooth, and straight " ; and he bent towards the 

 earth, as if to see that no impediment remained. 

 " There is no thorn, or stone, or log in the way. 

 Now you may see the smoke of our villages from 

 Quebec to the heart of our country." 



Another belt, of unusual size and beauty, was 

 to bind the Iroquois, the French, and their Indian 

 allies together as one man. As he presented it, 



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