The fish were eaten for breakfast, and immediately
after that meal was ended, a party.
"I know no more than he has himself told me. By his account there is
to be a great council of red men on the prairie, a few miles from
this spot; he is waiting for the appointed day to come, in order to
go and make one of the chiefs that will be there. Is not this true,
Chippewa?"
"Yes, dat true--what dat council smoke round fire for, eh? You
know?"
"No, I do not, and would be right glad to have you tell me,
Pigeonswing. Perhaps the tribe mean to have a meetin' to determine
in their own minds which side they ought to take in this war."
"Not dat nudder. Know well 'nough which side take. Got message and
wampum from Canada fadder, and most all Injin up this-a way look for
Yankee scalp. Not dat nudder."
"Then I have no notion what is at the bottom of this council. Peter
seems to expect great things from it; that I can see by his way of
talking and looking whenever he speaks of it."
"Peter want to see him very much. Smoke at great many sich council
fire."
"Do you intend to be present at this council on Prairie Round?"
asked the bee-hunter, innocently enough.
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