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the game, which is the most exciting sport of the red
men. Each one has a bat curved like a crosier, and ending in a racket.
Posts are planted apart on the open prairie.
At the beginning of the game, the ball is placed midway between the goals.
The eyes of the players flash; their cheeks glow; their whole nature kindles.
A blow is struck; all crowd with violence and merry yells to renew it; the fleetest in advance now driving the ball home, now sending it sideways, with one unceasing passionate pursuit.
On that day the squaws entered the fort, and remained there.
Etherington, the commander, with one of his lieutenants, stood outside of the gate watching the game, fearing nothing.
The
Indians had played from morning till noon; when, throwing the ball close to the gate, they came behind the two officers, and seized and carried them into the woods; while the rest rushed into the fort, snatched their hatchets, which their squaws had kept hidden under their blankets, and in an instant killed an officer, a trader and fifteen men. The rest of the garrison, and all the
English traders, were made prisoners, and robbed of every thing they had; but the
French traders were left at liberty and unharmed.
Thus fell the old post of
Mackinaw on the main.
The fort at
Presque Isle, now
Erie, was the point of communication between
Pittsburg and
Niagara and
Detroit.
It was in itself one of the most tenable, and had a garrison of four and twenty men,
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