Then we wheel west by south and plunge straight into the wilderness, swift as an arrow files, directly at the heart of the Long House!" "Sir!" he exclaimed, astonished.
"Straight at the heart o! the Iroquois Confederacy, Major! That is what is to be done--clean out, scour out, crush, annihilate those hell-born nations which have so long been terrorizing the Northland.

Major Lockwood, you have read in the New England and Pennsylvania papers how we have been threatened, how we have been struck, how we have fought and suffered.

But you, sir, have only heard; you have not seen.

So I must tell you now that it is far worse with us than we have admitted.
The frontier of New York State is already in ashes; the scalp yell rings in our forests day and night; and the red destructives under Brant, and the painted Tories under Walter Butler, spare neither age nor sex--for I myself have seen scalps taken from the tender heads of cradled infants--nay, I have seen them scalp the very hound on guard at the cabin door! And that is how it goes with us, sir.

God save you, here, from the blue-eyed Indians!" He stopped, hesitated, then, softly smiting one fist within the other: "But now I think their doom is sounding--Seneca, lying Cayuga, traitorous Onondaga, Mohawk, painted renegade--all are to go down into utter annihilation.