He took one long look toward the rising sun, toward that east he had hoped to see, and then resolutely turned his face away forever.
Early though it was the Indians were astir and their whooping rang throughout the valley.

Down the main street of the village the guards led the prisoner, followed by a screaming mob of squaws and young braves and children who threw sticks and stones at the hated Long Knife.
Soon the inhabitants of the camp congregated on the green oval in the midst of the lodges.

When the prisoner appeared they formed in two long lines facing each other, and several feet apart.

Isaac was to run the gauntlet--one of the severest of Indian tortures.

With the exception of Cornplanter and several of his chiefs, every Indian in the village was in line.