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Half an hour later he came back, followed by some score and more of men, a dozen of our own battalion, half a dozen musket-men of the 4th Pennsylvania Regiment, three others, two Indians, Hanierri, the headquarters Oneida guide, and Yoiakim, a Stockbridge. "Volunteers," he said, looking sideways at me. "I know how to take Amochol; but I must take him in my own manner."
"Otherwise, no Seneca will await your coming I mean there will be no considerable force of Senecas to oppose you in their towns, only the usual scalping parties hanging just outside the smoke veil. All will retire before you. And how is Amochol to be destroyed at Catharines-town unless he be struck at secretly before your advance is near enough to frighten him?"
From Tioga, Colonel Shreve sent forward to us a wagon train of provisions, even wines and delicacies for our sick and wounded; but even with this slight aid our men remained on half rations; and for all our voluntary sacrifice we could not hope now to reach Niagara and deliver the final blow to that squirming den of serpents. True, Amochol was dead; but Walter Butler lived.
"And here, two miles above, is another town." "And you had better tell that to the General when he comes," remarked Boyd. And to me he said: "If we are to take Amochol at all, it will be this night or at dawn at the Chinisee Castle." "I am also of that opinion," said I. "I shall want twenty riflemen," he said. "If it can not be done with four, and my Indians, we need not attempt it."
No, we veteran riflemen knew that this motley army of Butler and McDonald, if it had indeed lost a few rattles, had however parted with none of its poison fangs. Also, Amochol still lived. And it had been still another Montour of the wily and accursed Frontenac breed "Anasthose the Huron" who had encompassed the destruction of Braddock.
"I see no further than you dream, O Amochol!" He stretched out his arm toward her, menacingly: "Yet they shall both be strangled here upon this stone!" he said. "Look, Witch! Can you not see them lying there together? I have dreamed it." She silently pointed at the two dead dogs. "Look again!" he cried in a loud voice. "What do you see?" She made no reply. "Answer!" he said sharply.
This runner must have written the Iroquois message which I had read amid the corn-husks of her garret. It was all utterly plain and horrible now, to her and to myself. As for the moccasins, the same faithful runner must have carried them to her, year after year, and taken back with him to the desolate mother the assurance that her child was living and still undiscovered and unharmed by Amochol.
"What do I care?" he said. "I am a Sagamore of the Enchanted Clan!" He struck the painted symbol on his chest. "What do I care for this red priest's sorcery I, who wear the great Witch Bear rearing in scarlet here across my breast! "Let the Cat People make their magic! Let Amochol sacrifice to Leshi in Biskoonah! Let their accursed Atensi watch the Mohicans from behind the moon.
He paused; and as no reply was forthcoming, the sorcerer laughed scornfully. "Your blood becomes water! You cringe at the power of Amochol. But the red altar is not for you. Listen, dogs!
Had I not found it necessary to slay your stripling, Loskiel, he had been burned and strangled an that altar!... And there is another at Otsego who shall die strangled on the altar of Amochol the maiden called Lois! Long have we followed her. Long is the arm of the Red Priest when his White Sorceress dreams for him! "And now you know, you Mohican mongrel, why Amochol was at Otsego.
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