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among a million. Every night, I saw them in my 

 dreams, and every day they grew more distinct, until 

 they seemed to be before me "bodily, and I saw them 

 as plain as I see you before me now, and I felt I could 

 never rest till I'd hunted 'em out, and slain 'em. 



" * I told you that on the morning after the murder 

 of my kindred, ten of the settlers followed the trail. 

 They were gone five days. The Ingens had taken to 

 the water at Lake George, and further pursuit was 

 useless. Then we knew they belonged toward the St. 

 Lawrence, of the tribes beyond the Lower Shatagee. 



" ' Five years after the murder of my people I 

 started for Lake Champlain. I passed up Lake Greorge, 

 and so on, up Lake Champlain, to above Rouse's 

 Point, and then took to the woods. I built a shantee 

 on the Shatagee river, and stayed round there for a 

 fortnight. I was one day standin' on the brow of a 

 hill, lookin' out over the forest, when I saw at a dis- 

 tance from me, a blue smoke, curlin' tip from among 

 the trees. I knew 'twas an Ingen camp, and all my 

 thirst for vengeance was strong upon me. I crept 

 like a painter, to within sight of their camp. Two 

 hunters sat by the fire smokin' their stone pipes. 

 'Twas near sundown, and I knew there were no more 



