or's feet, sprinkling him with the spray they dashed up; and,
making gestures of reverence and supplication, the two Indians
instantly retired.

Thus the time passed--swiftly and pleasantly passed--from the end of
the Planting Moon to the beginning of that of Harvest. As my brother
knows the wants of Indian life are few, and easily supplied; and for
the little inconveniences that might attend their situation, the
tradition says that the inmates of the glen of Melsingah found a
compensation in their mutual affection. Occasionally they saw the
kind Manitou come forth from the Cascade to breathe the evening air,
and when he did so, they invariably retired to their bower. At length,
when the warrior had one day ventured across the ridge that rose south
and east of the cascade, and was hunting in the deep valley beyond, he
came suddenly upon an Indian of his own tribe, who immediately
recognised him. An explanation took place, in the course of which he
learned that a peace had been made between his nation, the Mohegans,
and that which dwelt above the Mountains. The Mohawks, who lorded it
over both nations with a rigid authority, and claimed the right of
making war and peace for them, having heard of their differences, had
despatched one of their chiefs to adjust them, and to command the two
tribes to live in friendship. "My children," said Garangula, the
Mohawk, in a council to which the chiefs of both tribes were called,
"it is not good that ye who are brethren should spill each other's
blood. If one of you have received wrong at the hands of the other,
your fathers of the Five Nations will see that justice is done between
you. Why should ye make each other few? Once ye destroyed yourselves
by your wars, but, now that ye dwell together under the shadow of the
great tree of the Five Nations, it is fitting that ye should be at
rest, and bury the tomahawk for ever at its root. Learn of your own
rivers. The streams of Mattoavoan, and Mawenawasigh, after struggling,
and wasting their strength among the rocks, mingle at length in peace
in the bosom of the father of waters, the Great River of the
Mountains." The council, since they could do no better, approved of
the words of Garangula; it was agreed that the relations of the hunter
slain below the Mountain should be pacified by a present of a belt of
wampum and shells, and the chiefs smoked the pipe of peace together,
and delivered belts of wampum as the memorials of the treaty.