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For the trail from Catharines-town is stopped by a Siwanois Sagamore and a Mohican warrior! It is closed by an Oneida Sachem who stand watching. When the Ghost Bear and the Were-Wolf watch, then the whole forest watches with them Loup, Blue Wolf, and Bear. Where, then, can the Forest Cats slink out? Where can the filthy Carcajou escape?" "Mayaro has spoken.
Mayaro said to me: "We have discovered old moccasin tracks, but no ford and no canoe marks. It is not necessary for the Black-Snake to know." "Very well," said I calmly. "Do you suspect him!" "Maybe. Maybe not. But he once wore his hair in a ridge." "What!" "I looked down on him while he ate fish at the St. Regis fire. He has not shaved his head since two weeks.
And, at once, I knew that I should also speak to her, there in the storm, and answer her her question." "And did you do so?" "Yes, Loskiel. I said to her: 'Little sad rosy-throated pigeon of the woods, the vale Yndaia lies by a hidden river in the West. Some call it Catharines-town." I shook my head, perplexed, and understanding nothing. "Yndaia? Did you say Yndaia, Mayaro?"
"Good God! Then why have you not told me this before, Mayaro?" "Is there haste?" "Haste? Have I not said that we march immediately? And you would have let me give my order and include that villain in it!" "Why not? It is an easier and safer way to take a prisoner to Tioga Point than to drag him thither tied." "But he may escape " The Sagamore gave me an ironic glance.
Yet, in what he differs I can not say. I have seen Senecas like him physically. But Senecas and Hurons not only fought but interbred. This Wyandotte may have Seneca blood in him." The Sagamore made no answer, and after a moment I said: "Why not confess, Mayaro, that you also have been perplexed concerning this stranger from Fort Pitt?
"So you've done this business every night as soon as I slept," said I. "You've crept beyond our outer pickets, risking your life, imperilling the success of this army, merely to satisfy your vanity. This is not well, Mayaro." He said proudly: "Mayaro is safe. What warrior of the Cat-People need a Sagamore of the Siwanois dread?" "Do you count them warriors then, or wizards?"
Only to glimpse his scarlet rags fairly along my rifle sight!" "No bullets touch him." "That is nonsense, Mayaro " "No, Loskiel." "I tell you he is human! There are no sorcerers on earth. There never were except the Witch of Endor " "I never heard of her. But the Witch of Catharines-town is living. And her warlock offspring, Amochol!" He squared his broad shoulders, shaking them.
Mayaro is a Sagamore and his clan are Sachems; and the clan was old old old, O little brother, before their Hiawatha came to them and made their League for them, and returned again to The Master of Life in his silver cloud-canoe! "And I say to you, O my blood-brother, that between this sorcerer and me is now a war such as no Mohican ever waged and no man living, white or red, has ever seen.
And I could say no more. At eleven our party of twenty-nine set out, Hanierri, the Oneida, from headquarters, guiding us; and I could not understand why Boyd had chosen him, for I was certain he knew less about this region than did Mayaro, However, when I spoke to Boyd, he replied that the General had so ordered, and that Hanierri had full instructions concerning the route from the commander himself.
He leaned forward, looking at me steadily. "Loskiel," he said, "when first I heard your name from her, and that it was you who wanted Mayaro, suddenly it seemed to me that magic was being made. And I myself gave her her answer the answer to the question she had asked at every camp." "Good God!" said I, "did you, then know the answer all the while? And never told her?"
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