A fierce scream echoed through the woodlands Was it a dream An eerie steam crept up from the ground and the smell of burning pine filled the air My blurred vision came into sharp focus Everything I had ever known had been burned to the ground My wife and three beautiful daughters had been killed in battle Everything was gone Only one man was capable of such horror the evil Chief Tadodaho
I took shelter up the river I had only a small fire and a place to sleep I dressed my wounds with leaves I gathered from the bush Days then weeks went by Consumed by anger and hunger and sleeplessness I could think only of revenge
