[Edward Manning Ruttenber (1872)] • "'Stop!' cried Naoman. All eyes were turned upon him. c Stop ' repeated he, in a tone of authority. ' White woman thou hast kept thy word with me to the last moment. I am the traitor. I have eaten of the salt, warmed myself at the fire, shared the kindness of these Christian white people, and it was I that told them of their danger. I am a withered, leafless, branchless trunk; cut me down if you will; I am ready/ A yell of indignation sounded on all sides. Naoman descended from the little bank where he sat, shrouded his face with his mantle of skins and submitted to his fate. He fell dead at the feet of the white woman by a blow of the tomahawk. " But the sacrifice of Naoman, and the firmness of the Christian white woman, did not suffice to save the lives of the other victims. They perished — how, it is needless to say; and the memory of their fate has been preserved in the name of the pleasant stream, on whose banks they lived and died, which, to this day, is called the Murderer's creek." Six miles west of the scene of this tradition is the mountain range called Sckunemunk, or, as in the early deeds, Skonnemoghky, on the northern spur of which, and near its base was the castle or village of the clan to whom it refers, and where they con tinued to reside until after considerable settlements had been made around them.