Amochol has made it sinister and terrible beyond words; and it is making of the Senecas a swarm of fiends from hell itself.
"This, sir, is the truth.

The orthodox priesthood of the Long House shudders and looks askance, but dares not interfere.

As for Sir John, and Butler, and McDonald, what do they care as long as their Senecas are inflamed to fury, and fight the more ruthlessly?
No, sir, only the priesthood of our own allies has dared to accept the challenge from Amochol and his People of the Cat.

Between these it is now a war of utter extermination.

And must be so until not one Erie survives, and until Amochol lies dead upon his proper altar!" The General said in a low voice: "I had not supposed that this business were so vital." "Yes, sir, it is vital to the existence of the Iroquois as a federated people who shall remain harmless after we have subdued them, that Amochol and his acolytes die in the very ashes they have so horribly profaned.