By Waiandaia we stretched the scalp of Skull-Face; at Thaowethon we painted it with Huron and Seneca tear-drops; at Yaowania we peeled three trees and wrote on each the story so that the Three Clans might read and howl their anguish.

Thus should it be done tonight if we are to deal with Amochol!" Once more I ventured to protest to Boyd.
"Leave it to me, Loskiel," he said pleasantly.

And I could say no more.
At eleven our party of twenty-nine set out, Hanierri, the Oneida, from headquarters, guiding us; and I could not understand why Boyd had chosen him, for I was certain he knew less about this region than did Mayaro, However, when I spoke to Boyd, he replied that the General had so ordered, and that Hanierri had full instructions concerning the route from the commander himself.
As General Sullivan was often misinformed by his maps and his scouts, I was nothing reassured by Boyd's reply, and marched with my Indians, feeling in my heart afraid.

And, without vaunting myself, nor meaning to claim any general immunity from fear, I can truly say that for the first time in my life I set forth upon an expedition with the most melancholy forebodings possible to a man of ordinary courage and self-respect.
We followed the hard-travelled war-trail in single file; and Hanierri did not lose his way, but instead of taking, as he should have done, the unused path which led to the Chinisee Castle, he passed it and continued on.
I protested most earnestly to Boyd; the Sagamore corroborated my opinion when summoned.

But Hanierri remained obstinate, declaring that he had positive information that the Chinisee Castle lay in the direction we were taking.
Boyd seemed strangely indifferent and dull, making apparently no effort to sift the matter further.