BEK-WUK, THE ARROW 109 



Listen ! Annemeekee, the Thunder, proclaims it ! 

 Creep to the east under the dark's mantle ; 

 attack, Red Brothers ; it is your only hope ! ' 



" So the warriors crossed the river and crept 

 downward many miles, and there, when Wawa- 

 sa-mo, the Lightning, played its pranks, they at- 

 tacked the camp of the half-sleepy foe. Up and 

 down, in and out of the trees they fought, but the 

 bullets overmatched poor Bek-wuk's tribe, and all 

 the earth was strewn with crippled arrows. The 

 Red Brothers kindled a line of fire, thinking to sur- 

 round the Stone Giants by it, but were themselves 

 cut off. Kanivva was slain, and Kanida, and then 

 Sacoit, after shooting me, his very last arrow. 



" Of the women and children, some were made 

 prisoners and some escaped to other tribes, but 

 from that day to this no Red Brothers have had 

 their lodges on the cliff. And I have lain buried 

 all these years, unhandled by maiden fingers from 

 the time Wenona touched me until to-day, when 

 you, of the Stone Giants' line, have picked me up." 



" You poor darling Bek-wuk, I'm going to keep 

 you always and have a gold loop put in you and 

 hang you around my neck. To think that all this 

 happened in our Held ! But why did the sol- 

 diers and Red Brothers fight ? Which was really 



