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He resumed his painting with a shrug of contempt, adding: "Amochol rages in vain. Upon this wizard a Mohican spits! One by one his scalped acolytes tumble and thump among the dead and bloody forest leaves. The Siwanois laugh at them. Let the red sorcerer of the Senecas make strong magic so that his cats return to life, and the vile fur grows once more where a Mohican has ripped it out!"
And because Sir William was the only white man we Delawares trusted, and in spite of his Iroquois, three Mohicans offered their services the Great Serpent, young Uncas, and I, Mayaro, Sagamore of the Siwanois." He paused, then with infinite contempt: "Webb was a coward. Nor could Sir William kick him forward. He lay shivering behind the guns at Edward; and Fort William Henry fell.
And a finer sight I never saw; for the tall and magnificently formed Siwanois was in scarlet war-paint from crown to toe, oiled, shaven save for the lock, and crested with a single scarlet plume and heaven knows where he got it, for it was not dyed, but natural.
On the naked breast of this Mohican warrior of the Siwanois clan, which is called by the Delawares "The Clan of the Magic Wolf," outlined in scarlet, I saw the emblem of his own international clan as I supposed a bear. And of a sudden, within me, vaguely, something stirred some faint memory, as though I had once before beheld that symbol on a dark and naked breast, outlined in scarlet.
And they will take her and slay her on their altar, spite of us all spite of you and me and your generals and colonels, and all your troops and riflemen spite of your whole army and its mighty armament, I say it I, a Siwanois Mohican of the Enchanted Clan. A Sagamore has spoken." Chill after chill crept over me so that I shook as I lay there in the darkness "Who is this maiden, Lois?" I asked.
Sometimes I even played at flanker, sometimes rode far on ahead, and, at times, stuck to the Indian hour after hour, seeming not to watch him, but with every sense alert to surprise some glance, some significant movement, some cunning and treacherous signal, to convince me that the forest had eyes that marked us, and ears which heard us, and that the Siwanois knew it, and aided and abetted under our very gaze.
Now, as I say, no sooner did the Siwanois leave his post and go a-roving than I went after him, with infinite precaution; and I flatter myself that I made no more noise on the brookside moss than the moon-cast shadow of a flying cloud. Guy Johnson was no skilful woodsman, but his Indians were; and of them I learned my craft.
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