Know ye not what the Lord hath prepared for ye?
Down in your proud cities ye are feasting and dicing and smiling on your paramours, but the writing is on the wall, and in a little ye will be crying like weaned bairns for a refuge against the storm of God.

Your strong men shall be slain, and your virgins shall be led captive, and your little children shall be dashed against a stone.

And in the midst of your ruins I, even I, will raise a temple to the God of Israel, and nations that know me not will run unto me because of the Lord my God." I had determined on my part, and played it calmly.
"And what will you do with your Indian braves ?" I asked.
"Sharon shall be a fold of flocks, and the valley of Achor a place to lie down in, for my people that have sought me," he answered.
"A bonny spectacle," I said.

"Man, if you dare to cross the Border you will be whipped at a cart-tail and clapped into Bedlam as a crazy vagabond." "Blasphemer," he shrieked, and ran at me with the knife he had used on the panther.
It took all my courage to play my game.

I stood motionless, looking at him, and his head fell.