Nor is that all.

We mean to sweep their empire from end to end, burn every town, every castle, every orchard, every grain field--lay waste, blacken, ravage, leave nothing save wind-blown ashes of that great Confederacy, and of the vast granary which has fed the British northern armies so long.

Nothing must remain of the Long House; the Senecas shall die at the Western door; the Keepers of the Eastern door shall die.

Only the Oneida may be spared--as many as have remained neutral or loyal to us--they and such of the Tuscaroras and Lenni-Lenape as have not struck us; and the Stockbridge and White Plains tribes, and the remnants of the Mohicans.
"And that is why we have come here for riflemen, and that is why we are here to find the Sagamore, Mayaro.

For our Oneidas have told us that he knows where the castles of the Long House lie, and that he can guide our army unerringly to that dark, obscure and fearsome Catharines-town where the hag, Montour, reigns in her shaggy wilderness." There was a long silence; and I for one, amazed at what I had heard--for I had made certain that we were to have struck at Canada--was striving to reconcile this astounding news with all my preconceived ideas.