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He refused to bend his knee to King George but galliantly kissed the hand of his queen. He had his portrait painted by the famous English painter George Romney. He was at ease drinking tea from fragile china cups, but could hurl a tomahawk with deadly accuracy. He was a graduate of the Indian school that later became Darmouth College, and he translated the Bible into the Mohawk language, yet he could leave the Mohawk a blazing ruin from Fort Stanwix, near Rome, to the very outskirts of Schenectady. He was one of the greatest of Americans Indians; had he given his support to the struggling Continental army the course of American history would certainly have been changed.

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His decision to side with the British was tragic for the Iroquois Confederacy or Six Nations as it was called. That ancient confederation bound together by wisdom, skill at war, and diplomacy became helplessly divided when it was agreed that each nation should go on its own way. In the past a declaration of war had to be voted unanimously. Some nations like the Oneida went with the Americans, others tried to stay neutral, or like Briant's Mohawk fought for the British.

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For six years he led his Indian raiders into the Mohawk, again and again leaving the beautiful valley a sea of flames while the alarm bells in the tiny forts clanged frantically.

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He died in his fine home on Grand River, Ontario, November 24, 1807, whispering with his last breath: "Have pity on the poor Indians."