war-cly

Updated: May 17, 2025

All the Quedetchque jump up, take knife an' axe, think Micmacs got into the tent. All is dark; see nothing; think everybody enemy. They stab with knife, cly war-cly, strike with axe, kill each other. Some lun out doors, tumble over cord. Micmacs kill every one. At last all dead but two boys, and Tamegun tie these to trees. "Then Tamegun get scalp, skin, beads, knife, spear, everyting he want.

Charles Winslow Hall - Adrift in the Ice-Fields