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annihilate the whole tribe, even the race itself, as one 

 great offerin' to the murdered kindred that I loved so 

 dearly. 



" ' On the St. Regis River, away up towards its 

 source, I saw one day a smoke goin' up to the clouds. 

 I crept within sight of it in the night time, and saw 

 five Ingens stretched he fore the fire ; I could have 

 slain them as they lay, but would not. I felt a strange 

 desire to cut them off in detail. To slay them there 

 at once, would be too brief a vengeance. I watched 

 them till morning. One of 'em shouldered his rifle, 

 and started off in a direction towards the St. Lawrence. 

 I followed him stealthily for two or three miles. He 

 stopped to look round him, as I broke a dry limb pur- 

 posely to attract his notice. That was the first look 

 of his face I got, and he was one of the eight. It was 

 an open wood where we were, and there we stood, 

 facing each other in the forest. The shriek of my 

 mother seemed to ring in my ears again, as I raised 

 my rifle As the report broke upon the stillness of 

 the woods, the Ingen leaped into the air, and fell to 

 the earth dead. I left him there where he fell. Of 

 them five Ingens, not one returned to his tribe. Three 

 of them were of the eight that danced around the 



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