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“Stop!” Yelled Deganawidah, but no one
We all rowed. We did not care where we
were going, we did not care what would
happen, all we cared was to row.
Arrows zipped by my body, and then I
screamed with pain, blood rushed out of my
body, then I fainted. After what seemed like
five minutes, I was in a small longhouse,
around me crowded Hiawatha, Deganawidah,
and 3 chiefs.
One asked “Are you alright?” in a gentle
voice, I asked “Where am I? And what
happened?” Hiawatha explai ned that when I
was shot they ran to the 3 neighbouring
tribes, Cayuga, Senecca, Oneida, and the
surviving Mohawk. We asked for help (not all
agreed at first) , Deganawidah told them
about the great law of peace, and that the