Our country in story . oes tormented them by day and bynight. Crouched in their boats behind the sails, theywere one day suddenly surprised by frightful yells andwar whoops from the west bank of the river. Savagesin wooden boats shot out on the river above and belowour little exploring fleet so that they could neither go onnor turn back. Stones and clubs were hurled at whizzed through the air. Father Marquettewaved his peace pipe, but they yelled louder than the priest waved the calumet. Just then the chiefsof the village arrived. Seeing the pipe, they quieted thenoisy c
Our country in story . oes tormented them by day and bynight. Crouched in their boats behind the sails, theywere one day suddenly surprised by frightful yells andwar whoops from the west bank of the river. Savagesin wooden boats shot out on the river above and belowour little exploring fleet so that they could neither go onnor turn back. Stones and clubs were hurled at whizzed through the air. Father Marquettewaved his peace pipe, but they yelled louder than the priest waved the calumet. Just then the chiefsof the village arrived. Seeing the pipe, they quieted thenoisy crowd and then waded into the water and forcedthe canoes of our friends to the shore. What has brought you to our village, Paleface? in-quired one of the chiefs. We ask only for a guide to show us down to the mouthof the river, answered Father Marquette kindly. You are not far from the end of the river. Some ofour men will bring you to an Indian tribe farther south,who can tell you more about it. 92 OUR COUNTRY IN STORY. li i«Hi>iHf:|iiy,;;ft:,i|,::,||if3:ij]
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