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Again the people prepared to conciliate Adodarho. Three times 

 they agreed to attempt the undertaking. So on the second occasion 

 they go by canoe and by land, those who go by canoe follow the 

 shore and those who go by land walk on the pebbles close to the 

 water's edge. 



Again the cunning Adodarho sees them and calling down Hagoks 

 he shook him, and the people in a wild rush scramble for the 

 feathers, for the plumes of Hagoks are most beautiful and men are 

 proud when their heads are adorned with them. There is a tumult 

 and blows are struck. Evil feelings arise and in anger the people 

 return to the village still contending. The mission of conciliation 

 is forgotten. 



The next day Ayonhwatha called the people to their promise and 

 for the third time to attempt a council with Adodarho. Moreover, 

 they promised to obey every instruction and listen neither to a voice 

 outside nor an omen nor any commotion. 



Another council was held in the lodge of a certain great dreamer. 

 He said, " I have dreamed that another shall prevail. He shall come 

 from the north, and pass to the east. Hayonwhatha shall meet him 

 there in the Mohawk country and the two together shall prevail. 

 Hayonwhatha must not remain with us but must go from us to the 

 Flint land people." 



So when the journey across the lake was attempted there was a 

 division and the dreamer's council prevailed. 



Then the dreamer held two councils and those who believed in 

 him conspired to employ Ohsinoh, a famous shaman. 



Hayonwhatha had seven daughters whom he loved and in whom 

 he took great pride. While they lived the conspirators knew he 

 would not depart. With the daughters dead they knew the crushing 

 sorrow would sever every tie that bound him to Onondaga. Then 

 would he be free to leave and in thinking of the welfare of the 

 people forget his own sorrow. 



Hayonwhatha could not call the people together for they refused 

 further to listen to his voice. The dreamer's council had prevailed. 



At night Osinoh climbed a tree overlooking his lodge and sat on a 

 large limb. Filling his mouth with clay he imitated the sound of 

 a screech owl. Calling the name of the youngest daughter he sang : 



" Unless you marry Osinoh 

 You will surely die, -whoo-hoo ! " 



Then he came down and went to his own home. 



