450 CONCLUSION. [1701. 



The chief of the Foxes now rose from his seat 

 at the farther end of the enclosure, and walked 

 sedately across the whole open space towards the 

 stand of spectators. His face was painted red, and 

 he wore an old French wig, with its abundant curls 

 in a state of complete entanglement. When he 

 reached the chair of the governor, he bowed, and 

 lifted the wig like a hat, to show that he was per- 

 fect in French politeness. There was a burst of 

 laughter from the spectators ; but Callieres, with 

 ceremonious gravity, begged him to put it on 

 again, which he did, and proceeded with his speech, 

 the pith of which was briefly as follows : " The 

 darkness is gone, the sun shines bright again, and 

 now the Iroquois is my brother." 



Then came a young Algonquin war-chief, dressed 

 like a Canadian, but adorned with a drooping red 

 feather and a tall rictee of hair like the crest of a 

 cock. It was he who slew Black Kettle, that 

 redoubted Iroquois whose loss filled the confecler- 

 ac}^ with mourning, and who exclaimed as he fell, 

 " Must I, who have made the whole earth tremble, 

 now die by the hand of a child ! " The young 

 chief spoke concisely and to the purpose : " I am 

 not a man of counsel : it is for me to listen to your 

 words. Peace has come, and now let us forget the 

 past." 



When he and all the rest had ended, the orator 

 of the Iroquois strode to the front, and in brief words 

 gave in their adhesion to the treaty. " Onontio, 

 we are pleased with all you have clone, and we have 

 listened to all you have said. We assure you by 



