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-- _ Henry V. _ The following morning was as bright and glorious as an August sun could render it , but its very brilliancy seemed a mockery to the gloom and despair that filled the hearts of the little garrison . Still , notwithstanding the treachery few were ignorant the Indians intended , there was a bearing among all , from the commanding officer down , that , while attesting determination and confidence in themselves , left no ground for a suspicion that the designs of their treacherous allies had been revealed . The guard was mounted , as usual , and the customary formalities of the military service complied with , and arrangements were made , soon after the men had eaten their breakfasts , for the conveyance of the stores to the glacis . At twelve o'clock all was ready , and the mass of Indian warriors , painted and armed , moved in loose and disorganized bodies across the plain , and grouped around their chiefs , who , seated on the ground , received for the young men the presents which had been set apart in divisions for every ten . The cloths , blankets , trinkets , and provisions , were first handed over , but when on coming to the ammunition and liquor only one cask of each was , found , the indignation of the whole band , the chiefs excepted , was , as had been expected , excessive . `` My Father promised us plenty of powder and plenty of liquor , '' exclaimed Pee-to-tum , stamping with his feet and gesticulating violently ; `` Where is it ? '' `` This is all that is left of the stores , '' exclaimed Capt. Headley .