Do my eyes betray it, then, so plainly ?" "Sometimes," I said, A faint sound from below arrested our attention.
Lois whispered: "It is Mrs.Rannock weeping.

She often weeps like that at night.

And so would I, Euan, had I beheld the horrors which this poor thing was born to look upon--God comfort her! Have you never heard how the destructives slew her husband, her baby, and her little sister eight years old?
The baby lay in its cradle smiling up at its murderers.

Even the cruel Senecas turned aside, forbearing to harm it.

But one of Walter Butler's painted Tories spies it and bawls out: 'This also will grow to be a rebel!' And with that he speared the little smiling creature on his bayonet, tossed it, and caught it--Oh, Euan--Euan!" Shuddering, she flung her arm across her face as though to shut out the vision.
"That villainy," said I, "was done by Newberry or Chrysler, if I remember.