human
Are ye Mohawks? he demanded, as he came nearer.
gpt
Are we brethren?
human
We are Mohawks and brethren, replied the leader of the party;
gpt
What is it? asked Black Eagle, somewhat sternly;
human
It is a young lad's coat, said the cunning Mohawk;
gpt
The Black Eagle dreamed a dream, replied the chief, round whom numerous Oneidas, fully equipped for war, had by this time gathered;
human
Was it not the voice of the singing bird? asked the young Mohawk chief.
gpt
Was the dream sent by the bad spirit?
human
I know not, answered the Black Eagle.
gpt
Say ye! But the Black Eagle believed the dream, and, starting up, he called his warriors round him, and he sent Lynx-eyes, the Sachem of the Bear, to the north, and led his own warriors to the south, saying, 'Let us go and meet these ten men, and tell them, if they be really brethren of the Oneida, to come with us and smoke the pipe of peace together, and eat and drink in our lodges, and return to their own land when they are satisfied; but, if their hearts are black and their tongues double, then let us put on the war-paint openly, and unbury the long-buried hatchet, and take the war-path like men and warriors, and not creep to mischief like the silent copperhead.'