But the murmurs grew louder and more
general, and there were threatening symptoms that the council would
dissolve itself in confusion; and he arose and resumed his speech, by
changing his manner to the fierce and hurried enunciation of a warrior
bent on revenge.
"Let my young men go look for Tetao!" he cried; "they will find his
scalp drying in Pawnee smoke. Where is the son of Bohrecheena? His
bones are whiter than the faces of his murderers. Is Mahhah asleep in
his lodge? You know it is many moons since he started for the blessed
prairies; would he were here, that he might say of what colour was the
hand that took his scalp!"
In this strain the artful chief continued for many minutes, calling
those warriors by name, who were known to have met their deaths in
battle with the Pawnees, or in some of those lawless frays which so
often occurred between the Sioux bands and a class of white men, who
were but little removed from them in the qualities of civilisation.
Time was not given to reflect on the merits, or rather the demerits,
of most of the different individuals to whom he alluded, in
consequence of the rapid manner in which he ran over their names; but
so cunningly did he time his events, and so thrillingly did he make
his appeals, aided as they were by the power of his deep-toned and
stirring voice, that each of them struck an answering chord in the
breast of some one of his auditors.
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