"It may be remembered that I made new friends with some of the pale-faces, and concluded treaties, founded on justice, which gave to our people property they needed in exchange for lands which we did not require." Renewed signals of assent. "To one pale-face more than to others I was under bonds of gratitude. He did me great service when I required it, and I promised to repay him. An Indian chief never breaks his word. I gave to that man some of the lands left to me by my fathers. These are the lands upon which the white settlement now stands. The pale-face I speak of was Elias Rody!" The voices of the assembled warriors were silent. An eager look of expectancy was all the answer Oluski received at mention of Rody's name. The old chief continued. "To-day Elias Rody came here and talked with me. He told me that the hour had arrived when I could do him a great service, and again prove myself grateful for the aid he had afforded me. I told him to speak out. He did so. I listened. He said the colony he had founded was prosperous, but there was one thing he still desired; and that was the favour he came to ask. Twice before he had spoken of it. This time he required a final answer. His demand was more than I could of myself grant. I told him so. For this reason have I called you into council. I will lay his wish before you. It is for you to decide." Oluski paused to give opportunity for any one who chose to make a remark. None was made, but the listeners looked around them, as if trying to read each other's thoughts. The chief proceeded. "What the white man wants is to buy from us this hill upon which our habitations are built." A chorus of angry, dissentient voices greeted the proposal. "Hear me out," continued Oluski, "and then decide." Silence ensued as sudden as the noisy interruption. "The white chief offered me one hundred rifles, two hundred square Mackinaw blankets, five kegs of gunpowder, fifteen bales of cloth and one hundred shot belts, besides beads, knives, and small articles. For this he desires to have possession of the hill as far as the borders of the settlement, and the strip of land lying along the shore of the bay. "I have told you this with no remark of my own to influence your decision. To you, brothers, I leave it, whatever it may be Oluski will abide by it." Saying this, he sat down. The young warrior who had already spoken, once more rose to his feet and addressed himself to his chief. "Why does Oluski ask us to decide? The land is his, not ours." Without rising the chief replied to the question. His voice was sad and subdued, as though he were speaking under compulsion. "I have asked you, my sons," said he, "for good reason. Although the land is my own, the graveyard of our ancestors, which adjoins the property, belongs not only to the whole tribe, but to the children of the tribe for ever!" A silence, such as precedes a storm fell upon the assembly.