White Arrow 2 (Conclusion)

By Pueros

Part Two – Mohawks

(Oneida Eastern Woodlands [now in upper New York State, U.S.A.], North America, July 1702)

The Mohawk warrior’s spanking of White Arrow’s bum, although temporarily causing the sublime buttocks to turn a vivid red, was not prolonged. The 13 years old brave had endured the hurt with fortitude, deliberately biting his lip to prevent himself uttering a cry and trying with all his might to hold back the tears that wished to flow from his young sensuous blue eyes. He did not want to shame his people by showing cowardly emotions whilst the blows from his enemy’s hand rained down on his bottom.

The Mohawk could not help but admire White Arrow’s forbearance in quietly enduring the punishment, an attribute both knew would soon be tested to the limit. However, it was not this that had encouraged the warrior to desist prematurely. The young man had not been attracted to fellow males since he had passed through the usual temporary inquisitive homosexual phase of boyhood, almost ten years earlier, when he and some friends had enjoyed the pleasures of mutual fondling and masturbation. Since then, he had chased girls and now had his own squaw and child. Nevertheless, the sight of the delicious fair backside on the helpless 13 years old below him had caused stirrings in his groin. He had therefore decided that it was his right to alleviate these sensations by causing another type of pain to be inflicted on the boy’s posterior. The act would also make unnecessary the use of his hand to gain daily sexual relief and would nicely add to his captive’s sense of shameful degradation. It would take over a week for the members of the raiding party to return to their own village and the captor now proposed in the interim to enjoy the lad every evening, when they camped overnight amidst the thick woodland.

White Arrow was obviously pleased that the spanking had stopped but his bottom continued to sting and feel hot for the remaining five hours he was tied to the Mohawk’s horse. His demeaning posture on a moving animal had also caused his body to suffer cramps and other discomforts and he was therefore happy to be released at dusk. However, his happiness was short-lived.

The Mohawks had already made their camp in a small forest clearing when White Arrow’s captor came to collect his prisoner. The young man had prepared another facility in addition to his bed and, after tying the captive’s hands behind his back, he led the boy into the surrounding trees, tomahawk resting against the 13 years old’s lovely back.

The Mohawk had found a perfectly sized tree stump, around which he had driven equidistantly four sturdy wooden pegs, carved with his knife from some branches. He removed White Arrow’s skimpy breechcloth before making the boy stand with legs apart between two of the pegs. The young man then used some hide cords to bind the 13 years old’s ankles firmly to the pegs, noticing as he did so the young brave’s genitals for the first time.

The Mohawk’s own cock, already excited at the prospect of what it was about to embark on, hardened even more at the sight. White Arrow’s sexual organs were completely smooth, with no signs yet of pubic hair, but surprisingly large for a 13 years old. A long slim uncut penis dangled sweetly downwards above the substantial twin orbs of his nicely suspended ball sac. As the young man paused to contemplate momentarily the delicious future revenge of dismantling the organs very slowly, bit by bit, he saw that the boy’s prick was beginning to rise.

White Arrow was both puzzled and terrified at what the Mohawk was proposing to do to him but his sudden nudity and his captor’s apparent interest in his genitals had caused an unwanted thrill to invade his loins, manifested by the shameful growth of his cock. The boy had experienced similar humiliating arousal during the previous couple of summers when he had noticed for the first time that his body was being clearly ogled by girls and others. His pleasure at later being awarded a loincloth had therefore not been restricted to pride at being declared a man so early, as the cover had hidden ever more frequently occurring embarrassment.

The Mohawk now added to White Arrow’s current humiliation by stroking the ill-disciplined young white cock to full erection before completing the attachment of the 13 years old’s ankles to the pegs. The warrior then untied the boy’s hands and forced him to lean across the cool mossy gently curved surface of the tree trunk. He strapped the 13 years old’s wrists to the other two pegs on the far side before standing back to admire his work. He saw that the naked young brave was now neatly splayed over the wood, presenting his presumably virgin bottom perfectly for deflowerment.

White Arrow was not ignorant of sexual matters and realised what was about to happen when, by cranking his neck to look behind, he saw the Mohawk warrior begin to remove his own breechcloth. However, the boy resisted the temptation to beg the young man not to proceed as such entreaty would be dishonourable for a brave and, anyway, would certainly have no effect on the warrior’s clear intentions. The 13 years old therefore bit his lip and prepared again to fight the onset of tears but the onset of a large rampant cockhead against the lad’s tight pink sphincter was not long delayed.

No amount of determined lip biting could then prevent White Arrow from screaming as the Mohawk, thinking about his dead father, thrust forward with force to take away the 13 years old’s virginity. The yelling, as the ruthless unlubricated deflowerment proceeded, brought smiles to the faces of the other enemy warriors preparing the evening repast back in the clearing.

White Arrow’s beautiful face, now reddened and distorted by shock and pain, also belied his intended show of bravery as tears flowed down his cheeks. The boy had never known such agony as his anus was constantly filled by Mohawk manhood. The grief caused the 13 years old to lose all self-control and he quickly found himself pleading for the warrior to stop, much to the latter’s delight. The young man was not fully conversant with Oneida dialect but knew sufficient to recognise the lad’s entreaties, which only spurred him to increase the speed and ferocity of his thrusts, still recalling his father as he did so. However, this vigorous action also induced him to faster climax and he was soon impregnating his victim’s ravished innards with many spurts of thick creamy sperm.

The Mohawk left his cock inside White Arrow for some time whilst he recovered from his delicious orgasm, which he appreciated had been as good as any he had enjoyed with females. As the young man’s temporarily sated penis softened within his young captive, he licked his lips at the thought of replicating his ecstatic pleasure on a number of other occasions during the long journey back to his village. He also began to wonder whether he should vary his sex life more. After all, his community contained a few girlish boys who were always eager to satisfy warriors’ lusts.

The Mohawk eventually withdrew his flaccid cum-stained cock from White Arrow, creating a popping sound as the vacuum, created inside the boy’s now very sore anus, was invaded by air. The warrior knew that the 13 years old would not suck his member clean, regardless of any threats he made to encourage him, and so contented himself by wiping the mess onto the young brave’s discarded breechcloth.

The Mohawk redressed and rejoined his companions, leaving the now quietly sobbing White Arrow in situ as he intended to return later, before light faded completely, for a second helping. Other warriors tried to persuade the young man to share his captive’s favours with them but he refused their approaches, greedily wanting to keep the vengeful pleasures of the 13 years old’s rear orifice to himself.

In fact, during the trip to Mohawk territory, White Arrow was to spend every night in similar demeaning bondage, whilst daytime was spent draped across the warrior’s horse. The only daily exception to this routine occurred each dawn when the boy was released to be given some food, which he had to eat like a dog as his hands were now tied behind his back, and was washed and re-attired by the young man. The latter redressing was undertaken in recognition that the prisoner was a brave, a compliment that also served to enhance his captor’s glory. The consideration was also extended for the same reason to the 13 years old’s precious necklace of wampum beads, although both knew that the valuable ornamentation would be awarded to the captor just before the captive was subjected to the tortures that would eventually bring his demise. Both also recognised that death would come much too slowly for the victim, who would be wishing, when it finally came, that it had overwhelmed him much earlier.

By the time his enemy’s village was reached, White Arrow’s anus was well used to a certain Mohawk cock, although this did not reduce by very much the agony or humiliation endured at least twice every evening. The shame was intensified by the fact that the boy had sometimes left his own residue of dried semen behind on the dead tree over which he had been bound to suffer sodomy, a sight that had embarrassingly not gone unnoticed by his amused debaucher.

(Mohawk Eastern Woodlands [now in upper New York State, U.S.A.], North America, August 1702)

The large Mohawk village, where White Arrow was to die, was very much like his own Oneida home, full of wigwams and longhouses.

The wigwams were made by bending young trees to form the circular frame over which pieces of tree bark were overlapped, with a layer of dried grass added on top. A small hole in the top allowed smoke from the internal fire to escape. Beds were matting covered with animal hide.

The rectangular longhouses were made by building a frame from saplings, which was then covered with bark strips sewn together. There was a long hallway with rooms on both sides. Sleeping platforms, covered with deerskin, lined each wall. There were also shelves for storing baskets, pots and pelts, skins of animals with the fur attached. Several families, usually related to each other, would live in each longhouse.

Iroquois, including the Oneida and Mohawks, erected log walls around their villages with only one opening, which could quickly be closed if enemies came near.

Iroquois used pelts for some of their clothing. In the winter, the men wore shirts, leggings and moccasins made of buckskin. The women wore skirts woven from wild grasses, covered with furs and with leggings underneath. In the summer, the men wore their breechcloths, the women their grass dresses and the children nothing at all.

Iroquois obtained their food by hunting, fishing and gathering berries, fruits and nuts. They also cleared land to plant large fields of corn, beans and squash, which Native Americans called the ‘Three Sisters’. The Woodland Indians used bows and arrows to hunt, as well as traps.

In addition to deer, Iroquois prized black bears, for which they would set up deadfalls by digging large holes in the ground before covering them with branches. The Indians would then place food on top of the branches and wait for the bear to fall into the trap. These deadfalls, along with other animal traps, were carefully made so that the hide of the animal being ensnared would not be blemished. Bears were also occasionally taken by bow and arrow but this method was very difficult, as the animals would not fall easily and would be inclined to fight.

Bear meat made a very juicy steak and young bear was considered a delicacy. Iroquois also used bearskins for clothing, usually placing the fur over the left shoulder, to be worn like a modern shawl throughout the year. Many foods were boiled in bear oil to enhance their taste and the teeth of the animal could be made into little tools.

Small game such as beaver, otter, rabbit, racoon and squirrel were also hunted and often the arm, left uncovered by bear, or alternatively deer, skin was protected with their pelts.

Canoes, made from hollowed-out trees, were used to catch bass, pickerel, salmon, shad, sturgeon and trout with lines and hooks in lakes and rivers, the backbone of large sturgeon also being used to make glue. Nets, spears, traps and even hands were additionally used to apprehend fish. Sometimes, stone weirs were built in streams to block the water creatures, which would then gather in quantity. Fish often provided the main nourishment when large game became scarce, with ice fishing throughout the winter often vital for survival.

Birds in the woodlands were plentiful and larger specimens, such as duck, geese, partridge and quail, were all hunted by the Iroquois. They usually acquired the birds at night by approaching them stealthily before suddenly firing up torches to create confusion so that the creatures could then be more easily knocked out of their roosts in mass with clubs or paddles. Feathers would later provide decoration whilst bird meat was considered amongst the best.

During winter, trees were tapped to obtain maple syrup. This was put in wooden troughs and stirred over a fire throughout many days and nights. The liquid would eventually change into sugar.

Nevertheless, despite their ingenuity and skills at living off the land, food was not always plentiful and, during particularly hard periods, the Iroquois were therefore sometimes reduced to boiling their moccasins for soup or chewing their clothing.

As the raiding party rode through the entrance of their stockaded village, most of the inhabitants gathered round the warrior’s horses to see what had been brought back. In fact, apart from White Arrow, there had been little in terms of plunder, as the expedition had found the Oneida communities now too well protected to attack. The raiders had therefore been forced to content themselves with capturing animals on their enemy’s land, a reason why they had been present at the hunting meadow at the same time as the young brave with the unusual but unmistakable features.

White Arrow’s capture had transformed the outcome of the expedition from relative failure to success. The boy’s renown amongst the Mohawks, for successfully organising the repulse of their earlier raid and being responsible for the deaths of several of their most important warriors, had expanded out of all proportion during retelling over the interim winter. This was aided by exaggeration from the survivors, added to explain and excuse their subsequent meek flight from an Oneida village protected only by old men and boys. However, such legendary status would bring much excruciation for the 13 years old.

The methods the Mohawk used to kill captives were usually commensurate with the perceived status of the prisoners. The most important would be subjected to the worst and longest torments so that they could exhibit to the great spirits their bravery when faced with the lingering agonising death rites. His enemy would want to honour White Arrow with such an end and, as the boy entered the village, draped across his captor’s horse, he had managed to spot the place where he would die before the crowds of excited and eagerly chattering inhabitants began to crowd round the animal.

White Arrow had seen nearby the two tall sturdy wooden stakes, linked at the top by a crossbeam and mounted on a scaffold, about two paces high, in the centre of the large open space in the middle of the village, which was traditionally used for ceremonial by Iroquois. Despite the height of the platform, the boy had also noticed the copious fresh bloodstains and scorch marks displayed on the posts, and presumably also the wooden floor around. It seemed that there had very recently been another victim.

In fact, another raiding party had captured another young Oneida brave in circumstances similar to White Arrow’s capture. Handsome dark haired and eyed Black Bear had been so renamed for killing, armed only with a knife, one of the synonymous creatures, which had unexpectedly attacked him in the forest when he was 15. The lad would have been declared a man soon anyway but the ceremony had been brought forward in recognition of his achievement. Unfortunately, his capture by the Mohawks a year later had brought his all too short career as a warrior to a terrible premature close.

Black Bear, not being a brave of particular repute like White Arrow, was not displayed and feted in the Mohawk village for long before he was brought to the ceremonial ground, surrounded by all available members of the community, at noon one day to dance and sing before them in honour of their great spirits and his own. The immaculately washed and groomed 16 years old was attired in his skimpy Oneida breechcloth, specially cleaned and refurbished for the occasion, and had had parts of his anatomy painted in sacred symbols.

To the beat of drums, the terrified Black Bear, who did not know White Arrow because they came from different communities, performed commendably in the circumstances before eventually removing his cover to dance naked in front of the encircling throng. The boy’s gorgeous body was smooth and not hirsute, the only hair visible being a small dark bush above his genitals. These were large and enticed many admiring glances from many of the spectators, both female and male, especially when the long slim cock began to increase in size despite, or perhaps because of, his peril. The 16 years old’s routine also caused his substantial, perfectly proportioned, dangling ball sac to flop enticingly around until the tempo of the drums was reduced, signalling the moment when the nude lad was to be led onto the scaffold to be bound spreadeagled to the wooden stakes.

Black Bear went to fate without resistance. Not only would such a display have been futile but also disgracefully cowardly and he had no intention of so dishonouring his own people in front of their enemy. The boy knew that he would be tortured to death horribly over several days but he wanted to retain his courage to the end so that he could enter the next world with his personal esteem, and that of the Oneida, intact.

It would take three days for Black Bear to die but he had to wait awhile for the agonising torments to commence, as the watching Mohawks now enjoyed the meal that was customary before the tortures started. The tremulous naked young brave was forced to observe the surrounding noisy crowd consume the repast, from his demeaning position on top of the platform, for almost two hours before his adult captor eventually came to begin proceedings. As the warrior approached, switch made from a very thin tree branch in hand, he noticed that the 16 years old had maintained his erection, a sight which caused the man’s own cock to stir under its loincloth cover. His own arousal increased as he inflicted the first hard blow of his cruel implement across his young captive’s back, causing the skin to turn white before darkening. However, his victim somehow did not scream but instead began the required death song.

By the end of his two-hour beating with the switch, with each blow delivered deliberately and with decent intervals so that the victim could experience the induced agony to the full, Black Bear’s singing was frequently subjected to interruption. Grievous groans and cries now regularly replaced chants and he had been unable to prevent his face from being covered in tears. His whole body, front and back, now exhibited many vivid red and purple stripes, from some of which blood dribbled downwards. However, the infliction of this awful initial punishment had also produced an unexpected side effect when, after a particularly brutal strike across the boy’s bottom, the 16 years old’s form had shuddered, in a strange mixture of pain and pleasure, and entered orgasm. Several long arcs of white fluid had flown from the lad’s engorged cockhead to spill onto the platform floor, to much raucous cheering from the many spectators.

Another member of the raiding party now replaced Black Bear’s tired main captor to enforce the next torment. The warrior began to use his right hand to pull out slowly, one by own, the boy’s pubic hair, something that the Mohawks would be unable to perpetrate on White Arrow.

The penultimate event of the day was the piercing of two narrow very sharp slithers of wood diagonally under the flesh beneath each of Back Bear’s nipples, with the ends then lit and allowed to burn slowly. Another two pieces were carefully run through the boy’s scrotum, cautiously avoiding the 16 year’s old testicles. However, these remained unlit as the contents of the ball sac were to remain undamaged for later conversion into powerful potions. The beginning of this process was now imminent for the final event of the day was to be the lad’s castration.

After much involuntary screaming as the slithers were inserted into him and the upper pieces burnt down towards their middles embedded within his chest, Black Bear was confronted with the return of his main captor, this time with specially re-sharpened knife in hand. The warrior knelt behind the appalled pained boy and harshly squeezed, and pulled downwards on, the 16 years old’s ball sac, stretching and contracting the base of the scrotum, to which the man then introduced the blade.

Black Bear, despite recognising the feel of the weapon that was about to emasculate him, somehow managed to restart his singing before the quick neat incision that severed the whole of his scrotum caused the chants to turn into yells. Darkness then overwhelmed the boy as he entered unconsciousness when the terrible wound was cauterised.

Many further cuts were made to the Black Bear’s body during the next daylight. Tiny agonising rents were created all over his nude gelded form. The ends of crushed lit canes were later inserted into some of these wounds, causing the boy’s shrieks to be more bloodcurdling than ever. The 16 years old was not to be allowed a drink during the lengthy death rites but water now had to be used on him frequently to revive him from his regular faints. The second day ended when the lad’s now permanently flaccid cock was detached from his groin.

Black Bear slept little as the nullified boy now waited for the dawn of his final terrible day on earth, the continuous agonies searing his body virtually rendering such respite impossible. The boy knew that Mohawks usually finished off their victims by first tying cords around their limbs and setting them alight. Red-hot hatchets would then be hung around his neck whilst brands, embers or other hot metal were applied to various parts of his torso and feet. He would be scalped and heated sand would replace his hair. Nails would be torn out and fingers, toes, ears, nose, lips, tongue and eyes mutilated using knives and skewers. Finally, he would be roasted to death.

Despite his torment, Black Bear courageously began to chant the death song again as the sun began to rise but it was so low in volume that no-one could hear.

(Mohawk Eastern Woodlands [now in upper New York State, U.S.A.], North America, September 1702)

Like Black Bear, White Arrow knew precisely how he was going to die and, like his predecessor on the Mohawk’s execution scaffold, he was facing the prospect of an awful lingering demise with fortitude. As the 13 years old was much a prized acquisition, his enemies proposed to honour him by extending his death over five days and starting the whole process on the autumnal equinox. That day had now arrived and the boy had been immaculately washed and groomed for the last traumatic ritual of his brief life.

On his arrival in the Mohawk village, White Arrow had gained a close look at where he was to die by being bound between the scaffold stakes so that the inhabitants could gain a view of the legendary captive. The boy’s main concern at such display, apart from the obvious humiliation at being inspected and ridiculed by the men, women and children of the enemy, was the fact that his breechcloth was embarrassingly dirty, stained with a lot of his captor’s dried cum. The constant pain in the 13 years old’s backside was also a shameful reminder of how and where the semen had originally been produced. The signs of recently spilt blood and use of fire around him additionally caused him to consider the horrible nature of his undoubted future fate.

With the later arrival of dusk, White Arrow had been released from the scaffold and placed, hands and feet bound, in a special large wigwam kept for captives and located within its own small stockade. The Mohawk chief had visited the next morning. Despite using a different dialect to the boy’s own, the old man managed to convey successfully an offer of permanent release from bondage for the 13 years old until the death rites commenced in return for the lad’s pledge, as an Oneida brave, that he would not try to escape. The youngster accepted the not unusual courtesy, knowing that he could not dishonour his word.

White Arrow was to to be confined to his stockade for more than month but his existence was only unpleasant because of the boredom and the knowledge of what was to come. The boy was no longer subject to his captor’s carnal actions and was well fed. His breechcloth was also restored to attractiveness, and subsequently cleaned regularly, and he was provided with decent daily personal washing and grooming facilities so that he could maintain a proud appearance. The 13 years old was still subjected to abuse by children when he emerged from his wigwam to enjoy the external sunshine from within the confines of his stockade but became used and oblivious to the verbal torment, knowing that the physical tortures to come would be far more distressing.

White Arrow’s boredom was interrupted one evening by the arrival, with the tribal chief's permission, of a beautiful young woman into his wigwam. As with the Mohawk leader, communications did not prove too difficult and the 13 years old soon gained the drift of what the 20 years old wanted. The boy had apparently widowed the childless squaw, who had not wanted to marry any of the subsequent available suitors, being content to wait for someone better. However, she wanted offspring and claimed the right, before his death, to the young Oneida hero’s seed to try to give life to a being worthy of his loins and her womb, as well as the Iroquois people.

White Arrow, despite being classified as a man, had not lain with a female, still preferring manual sexual play with his young male friends, usually conducted in quiet hidden grassy forest hollows. However, the boy knew that it would be dishonourable to refuse the woman’s request and so agreed, their conversation concluding with an arrangement for an appropriate liaison on the following night.

White Arrow took extra care with his physical preparation and was proudly wearing his breechcloth and necklace on a sweet-smelling young body when the woman returned. She too had taken particular care in readying herself and choosing her attire for the event, not that the latter would be covering her wondrous frame for long.

White Arrow’s cock was already hard in anticipation when his paramour arrived. The boy’s penis began to throb within the confines of his skimpy attire at the delicious sight of the young woman, bare foot and dressed only in a low-cut grass skirt, specially made for wooing. There was an initial embarrassed silent hesitation between the two before the Mohawk took the lead by beginning to slip the dress off her shoulders and lower the garment. The young Oneida brave was immediately captivated by the sight of the large firm female breasts that quickly came into view, followed by the slim waist and the little triangle of pubic hair that shrouded the 20 years old’s vagina.

The woman now let the skirt fall to the floor before stepping out of the garment and advancing towards the boy, now captive in more ways than one, observing clear lust in his sensuous blue eyes. She ran her left hand through White Arrow’s blonde hair before lowering her lips to the face of the slightly smaller male figure before her to start their first lengthy kiss. As the stroking moved to the back of the young brave’s head, the 13 years old felt another Mohawk hand run up and down the front of his breechcloth, gaining a feel for what was hidden underneath.

This hand was soon engaged in loosening the waistband that kept White Arrow’s sole garment in place, eventually allowing gravity to make the cover fall to the floor. The kiss continued, with male and female tongues exploring foreign mouths, whilst the 20 years old’s right hand began to fondle the 13 years old’s now exposed and fully excited genitals.

White Arrow quickly lost his inhibitions, as well as gaining the delight of temporarily forgetting about his appalling future, and moved one of his hands to the woman’s breasts whilst the other explored the damp pubic hair. Both entwined human forms then carefully collapsed onto the boy’s bedding, cleaned and neatly arrayed for the occasion, to continue their mutual bodily investigations. Despite the age differential, the 20 years old was enjoying herself, taking great pleasure in the 13 years old’s lovely frame and nicely developed genitalia, plus his pleasant reciprocal attentions, unusually maturely skilled for one so young who was a virgin as far as females were concerned.

The duo took a long time to complete their delicious mutual manual examinations, lips firmly engaged, until both recognised that White Arrow’s white seed was ready to emerge into the world. The woman therefore encouraged her young lover to lie with his back on the bedding, with legs splayed, so that she could move on top of him, carefully directing his engorged cock into her vagina as she did so. They embraced sweetly for a while, with the Mohawk appreciating the feel of throbbing Oneida penis inside her, until the 20 years old used her arms to withdraw slightly before then vigorously lowering and raising herself up and down on the impaling 13 years old tool.

White Arrow eagerly explored the wondrous curvature of the woman’s bottom with his hands as his cock was pumped by the damp tight vagina. However, it was not this that caused the boy’s body to vibrate in ecstasy of a previously unknown intensity. Rather, it was the feel of the 20 years old’s superlative breasts bouncing up and down on his own chest, along with the unparalleled sensations being experienced by his 13 years old penis, that finally took him over the top. Oneida reproductive juices began to flood into fertile Mohawk territory, causing the recipient to enjoy her own very rare orgasm and loud mutual pleasure-filled groaning to be heard outside, creating much amusement amongst passers-by and a topic for much later gossip.

White Arrow and the woman lay in each other’s arms in post-coital bliss for a while after their lovemaking before gentle foreplay with each other’s bodies resumed, eventually again climaxing in the usual manner. They departed soon afterwards but the boy was that night able to sleep soundly and contentedly for the first time since his capture. He was also able to do so when the lovely liaison was repeated on several more occasions, eventually producing the desired result when the delighted 20 years old Mohawk became pregnant.

White Arrow, who had not been informed fully about his own descent, being told instead that he was a child of strangers who had tried unsuccessfully to invade Oneida lands, had become very comfortable with his adoptive people and loving family. The boy had enjoyed his lifestyle, especially in latter years, and had been very happy to be considered a tribal brave. His existence was to end in early tragedy but he was now also proud that he would be leaving behind an Iroquois son or daughter, albeit one who would be raised a Mohawk, whom he recognised were not an ignoble people despite the barbaric ways in which they executed their enemies. After all, they invariably utilised such methods for reasons of belief and vengeance, not inherent cruelty.

As White Arrow was taken out of his small home for over a month and escorted to the place of his scheduled dreadful death, on the day of the autumnal equinox, the boy wished that his offspring would be a son. The 13 years old began to visualise in his mind a blonde-haired blue-eyed Mohawk as the drums started to beat. The young Oneida brave began his death dance and song, recognising that he would now spend five terrible days before being allowed to begin his journey to the land of his ancestors and great tribal spirits. He hoped that his son would be courageous and honourable and would one day be allowed to meet him in paradise, after living a much longer, happier and more productive life on earth.

THE END

(for now)

of

‘WHITE ARROW’

by Pueros