There I sat by the lake.

The Great Lake Ontario takes no notice of my pain,

but its small waves happily add my tears to its fold.

My heart and mind jumping back and forth from wrath to sorrow.

Shall I sit here and mourn?

Or rise up with Tomahawk and Bo to avenge my wife and daughters?

These are the questions that went through my mind for what must have been weeks.

As the sun rose one morning, my thoughts were clear. I would kill

Tadahou and avenge my family. I sharpened my knife and prepared to move. But before I could

finish packing my things and take a deer's leap from the shore, I spotted something a long way out in the lake.

It appeared to be moving straight towards me and seemed to shine like polished bone.

After only a short time, a bright white canoe with a strange Huron man pulled up to my camp.

I demanded for him to tell me who he was and what his business was on Mohawk land. He did not answer, but looked at me as if I were an old friend he had not

seen for many years. He walked up to me, wrapped his arms around me with a tear in his eye.

At that time I did not understand what was happening.

But all thoughts of wrath were disappearing from my soul,

like the steam rising off the lake as we embraced.

I know your pain, Hyawatha.

I know of the loss of your family. I am here to tell you of the great law and the path for healing of all peoples. The fighting and the hate must stop. We must unite all peoples under the great law of peace.

What is your name? I asked. He told me, but after seeing the things I saw, I think it only right to call him the peacemaker.

He handed me a belt of wampum beads and said,

You must travel with me, Ayahuatha, for I have a great message to deliver, but I have

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