"It's a custom they have when they get their death-blow.

I've known a Seneca chief laugh for six hours on end at the torture-stake.

Ah, he's gone!" As he spoke the Indian gave a last spasm with his hands and feet, and lay rigid, grinning up at the slit of blue sky above him.
"He's a great chief," said Du Lhut.

"He is Brown Moose of the Mohawks, and the other is his second son.

We have drawn first blood, but I do not think that it will be the last, for the Iroquois do not allow their war-chiefs to die unavenged.