The birds of prey were feeding on the mangled festering carcases.

Save in his own grandfather, lying very calm, with a sweet smile on his lip, Harry had never yet seen the face of Death.

The horrible spectacle of mutilation caused him to turn away with shudder and loathing.

What news could the vacant woods, or those festering corpses lying under the trees, give the lad of his lost brother?
He was for going, unarmed and with a white flag, to the French fort, whither, after their victory, the enemy had returned; but his guides refused to advance with him.

The French might possibly respect them, but the Indians would not.