Yet, in my ears the strange wards sounded: "Waiontha--Waiontha--come to the Spring Waiontha--if you needs must see me." On a settle before the green-log barrack, some of Schott's riflemen were idling, and now stood, seeing an officer.
"Boys," I said, "where is this latest foolery of Tim Murphy hung to dry ?" They seemed ashamed, but told me, As I moved on, I said carelessly, partly turning: "Where is the Spring Waiontha ?" "On the Lake Trail, sir--first branch of the Stoney-Kill." "Is there a house there ?" "Rannock's." "A path to find it ?" "A sheep walk only.

Rannock is dead.

The destructives murdered him when they burned Cherry Valley.

Mrs.Rannock brings us eggs and milk." I walked on and entered the smoky barracks, and the first thing I saw was a pair o' scalps, stretched and hooped, a-dangling from the rafters.
Doubtless, Murphy and Elerson meant to sew them to their bullet pouches when cured and painted.

And there was one reckless fellow in my company who wore a baldrick fringed with Shawanese scalps; but as these same Shawanese had murdered his father, mother, grandmother, and three little brothers, no officer rebuked him, although it was a horrid and savage trophy; but if the wearing of it were any comfort to him I do not know.
I looked closely at the ornamented scalps, despite my repugnance.