He immediately proceeded to the wigwam of the Chief. Early as it was, the Chief was up, and sat at the door smoking. Hawk Eye, for such was the Chief’s name, heard a rustling in the bushes, and looking up, saw the towering form of Cahoonshee approaching. Good morning, brother; I knew that you were coming. How knew you that? But one knew of my visit here, and he did not know my motive. Say not so, my brother. The Great Spirit knows all, and He tells Hawk Eye in a dream. What did the Great Spirit say? The Great Spirit tell me in a dream that Cahoonshee had a revelation for me, and I arose early to meet you. It is well. I am here with news, not from Heaven, but from the Salamanques. May the Great Spirit protect us then. We can die like our fathers! exclaimed Hawk Eye. Yes, and fight like your fathers, rejoined Cahoonshee. Hawk Eye cast his eyes to the ground and meditated for a moment and said: We are feeble and count by the hundred. They are strong and count by the thousand. What the Cahoonshees now are we soon will be. What mean you, brother? I mean, replied the Chief, that the Cahoonshees once lived on these lands, hunted through these hills and fished in these streams. Not so now. Their bodies lie in the earth. Their scalps dangle in the lodges of the Salamanques. One, and only one, is left. Will the Delawares act like squaws and let the Salamanques take their scalps? If it is the will of the Great Spirit. It is not the will of the Great Spirit. Has Cahoonshee a sign? Yes, and you shall see it. When, and where? brother. To-morrow, replied Cahoonshee. When you hear the first war-whoop, look to the north-west, and you will see a ball of fire fall from Heaven and strike the earth, and run from Mount William to the Delaware river. That is the sign. The Great Spirit has decreed it. To-morrow Cahoonshee will have his revenge. To-morrow the Salamanques go on the war-path for the last time. To-morrow the rivers will run with blood. Hear me Hawk Eye! The Salamanques are in every ambush between here and Lackawaxen. They are well prepared with canoes and rafts. At the rise of the moon to-night they will float down the river. Their main force will land at the brook just above you. Their younger braves will pass by and return up the Mahackamack (Neversink) to your rear. Those at the brook will set the woods on fire on the south side of the brook, and as the smoke is seen to rise above the trees, the warriors on the Neversink will rush on your village. Not one of us can escape, mournfully exclaimed Hawk Eye. You shall all escape. But the Salamanques shall roast in their own fire. Cahoonshee wise. Learned from the white man. Tell Hawk Eye what to do?