Would the whole band leap up and start a dance which might end in boiling blood and tiger fury and a massacre?
But the young Huron brave stopped them, aided no doubt by the smell of the cooking flesh and the protest of the older men.

There would be no war-dance--at least not yet--too much hunger in the band and the means of satisfying it were too close and tempting.
Solomon had foreseen the peril and his cunning had prevented it.
In a letter he has thus described the incident: "It were a band o' cutthroat robbers an' runnygades from the Ohio country--Hurons, Algonks an' Mingos an' all kinds o' cast off red rubbish with an old Algonk chief o' the name o' Splitnose.

They stuffed their hides with the meat till they was stiff as a foundered hoss.

They grabbed an' chawed an' bolted it like so many hogs an' reached out fer more, which is the differ'nce betwixt an Injun an' a white man.

The white man gen'ally knows 'nough to shove down the brakes on a side-hill.