Two hundred male voices joined him, and the time became faster.

Its tone changed from mourning and sorrow to exultation and menace.

Everyone thought of war, the tomahawk, and victory.

The song sung as it was now became a genuine battle song, rousing and thrilling.

The Long House trembled with the mighty chorus, and its volume poured forth into the encircling dark woods.
All the time the song was going on, Satekariwate, the Mohawk, stood holding the belts in his hand, but when it was over he gave them to an attendant, who carried them to another head chief.