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The serene days of the Village of Peace had passed into history.  Soon that depraved vagabond, the French trader, with cheap trinkets and vile whisky, made his appearance.  This was all that was needed to inflame the visitors.  Where they had been only bold and impudent, they became insulting and abusive.  They execrated the Christian indians for their neutrality; scorned them for worshiping this unknown God, and denounced a religion which made women of strong men.

The slaughtering of cattle commenced; the despoiling of maize fields, and robbing of corn-cribs began with the drunkenness.

All this time it was seen that Girty and Elliott consulted often with Pipe and Half King.  The latter was the only Huron chief opposed to neutrality toward the Village of Peace, and he was, if possible, more fierce in his hatred than Pipe.  The future of the Christian settlement rested with these two chiefs.  Girty and Elliott, evidently, were the designing schemers, and they worked diligently on the passions of these simple-minded, but fierce, warlike chiefs.

Greatly to the relief of the distracted missionaries, Heckewelder returned to the village.  Jaded and haggard, he presented a travel-worn appearance.  He made the astonishing assertions that he had been thrice waylaid and assaulted on his way to Goshocking; then detained by a roving band of Chippewas, and soon after his arrival at their camping ground a renegade had run off with a white woman captive, while the Indians west of the village were in an uproar.  Zeisberger, however, was safe in the Moravian town of Salem, some miles west of Goshocking.  Heckewelder had expected to find the same condition of affairs as existed in the Village of Peace; but he was bewildered by the great array of hostile Indians.  Chiefs who had once extended friendly hands to him, now drew back coldly, as they said: 

“Washington is dead.  The American armies are cut to pieces.  The few thousands who had escaped the British are collecting at Fort Pitt to steal the Indian’s land.”

Heckewelder vigorously denied all these assertions, knowing they had been invented by Girty and Elliott.  He exhausted all his skill and patience in the vain endeavor to show Pipe where he was wrong.  Half King had been so well coached by the renegades that he refused to listen.  The other chiefs maintained a cold reserve that was baffling and exasperating.  Wingenund took no active part in the councils; but his presence apparently denoted that he had sided with the others.  The outlook was altogether discouraging.

“I’m completely fagged out,” declared Heckewelder, that night when he returned to Edwards’ cabin.  He dropped into a chair as one whose strength is entirely spent, whose indomitable spirit has at last been broken.

“Lie down to rest,” said Edwards.

“Oh, I can’t.  Matters look so black.”

“You’re tired out and discouraged.  You’ll feel better to-morrow.  The situation is not, perhaps, so hopeless.  The presence of these frontiersmen should encourage us.”