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There is a death-maul painted below in black; it shows how she was killed." He laid the scalp back very carefully. Under the mass of hair a bit of paper stuck out, and I drew it from the dreadful packet. It was a sealed letter directed to General St. Leger, and I opened and read the contents aloud in the midst of a terrible silence. "SACANDAGA VLAIE, August 17, 1777 "General Barry St. Leger
I saw one half-naked creature, awful in his paint, run up and strike a soldier full in the face with his fist, then dash out his brains with a death-maul and tear his scalp off. Murphy and Mount were loading and firing steadily; Elerson and I kept our rifles ready for a rush. I was perfectly stunned; the spectacle did not seem real to me.
McElroy was decorated in like manner, save that his circle was red and it enclosed a death-maul, a dozen little arrows, and two knives. Thus was foreshadowed the manner of their death. Then arose a babble of voices. "The White Doe! The White Doe that runs in the forest! Now shall She who Follows decide!" And into the midst of the vast circle once more Maren Le Moyne was brought.
The Erie's lifeless fist still clutched the painted casse-tete with which he had aimed a silently murderous blow at the Sagamore. Grey-Feather drew the death-maul from the dead warrior's grasp, and handed it to the Siwanois.
As Maren had raised her hand for the throw, from somewhere out of the darkness behind the fire a stone death-maul had hurtled, aimed at her wrist, but he who threw was sorry of sight as a drunken man, for it struck the head of McElroy instead and he sagged down against the moosehide thongs, even as the hatchet once more clicked snugly in its former cleft.
"Silence!" screamed the hag, supporting me. "I hear, far off, the gates of Biskoona opening! Hark! Ta-ho-ne-ho-ga-wen! The doors open the doors of flame! The Stonish Giants ride forth! O chief, for your sacrilege you die!" A horrified silence followed; the chief reeled back, dropping the death-maul. Suddenly a horse's iron-shod foot rang out on a stone, close at hand.
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