Posted by Observer in The Woods on April 12, 2000 at 13:45:39:
Chief Waddayahmakadat: My brothers, we have a problem here. This prisoner has run the gauntlet. He has many hurts, but he stands tall like the pine tree. His blood runs thick like sap in the maple, and he does not bleed to death when we slash his limbs with our knives. We tied him with kudzu and stuffed him in a hollow log for the night, and he slept like a baby in his blanket. We fed him water and rotted fish, and he grew stronger. Is he a man or is he a tree? Our maidens plead for his life and vie for his favors. They say they will put nettles in our loincloths if we scalp him. This is our problem I have spoken.
Noh mattah tomeeh: We are a hunting party. We have no war chief among us. The great war chidf Neemat ode will be angry if we do not ransome the prisoner to the trader Girty. We cannot make this decision. I have spoken.
Wahdahyahsai: Prisoner better than venison and deerskins. We must return to the war party and the great chief. He will be pleased. Use ransom to buy rum. Maidens no put nettles in our loincloths. I have spoken.
Sokaiwimmeeh: Sounds like a plan to me.
Chief Wahdahyahmakadat: Then it is decided. We will go east with the prisoner and join the warparty. Two suns will see us into the Huron camp where captives are held. Tell the women to load up the kids with the wigwam poles, cooking pots, venison, and pelts. We leave in one hour. This council is ended.
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