called upon to reap. For a time he had rejoiced in flaming the embers
of rebellion against the King, thinking thus to get more than even for
his imaginary injury. The war had filled him with delight, and he did
everything in his power to arouse the people, both whites and Indians,
against King George. For a while he was certain of success, especially
when assistance came from the rebelling states in the form of presents
for the Indians and a personal letter from General Washington,
accompanied by belts of wampum. For a time he made remarkable
progress, and so stirred the Indians that at last they started on the
warpath against the English. Ninety canoes filled with warriors headed
down river to ravage the country around Fort Howe. But they were met
by James Simonds, the trader at Portland Point, and a conference was
held along the river. Before giving an answer, the head chief, Pierre
Tomah, said that he must consult the Divine being. So throwing himself
upon his face in the sand, he lay motionless for the space of nearly an
hour. Then rising, he informed the other chiefs that he had been
advised by the Great Spirit to keep peace with King George's men.
After that a treaty was signed at Fort Howe. General Washington's
presents were delivered up, the Indians drank the health of the King,
they were feasted and presented with numerous gifts. All this was a
great blow to Thomas Norman, although he continued to inflame the few
Indians who still remained rebellious as well as the renegade white men.

His wife, a gentle and refined woman, never agreed with him in his
disloyalty to the King. At first she pleaded and reasoned, but at last
gave up in despair, and devoted herself to her simple household
affairs, and the training of her one child, the only comfort of her
solitary life. When at length she left him and he laid her body to
rest at the foot of a big pine tree, he was a heart-broken man. He
understood when it was too late what she had meant to him. Then when