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l procession； but the eyes of the three； as they roved over it； fastened on a figure in the first canoe； and； used as they were to the strange and curious； every one of them gave a start。
The figure was that of a woman； a wild and terrible creature； who half sat； half crouched in the canoe； looking steadily downward。 Her long black hair fell in disordered masses from her uncovered head。 She wore a brilliant red dress with savage adornments； but it was stained and torn。 The woman's whole attitude expressed grief； anger； and despair。
〃Queen Esther！〃 whispered Henry。 The other two nodded。
So horrifying had been the impression made upon him by this woman at Wyoming that he could not feel any pity for her now。 The picture of the great war tomahawk cleaving the heads of bound prisoners was still too vivid。 She had several sons； one or two of whom were slain in battle with the colonists； and the body that lay in the boat may have been one of them。 Henry always believed that it was…but he still felt no pity。
As the file came nearer they heard her chanting a low song； and now she raised her face and tore at her black hair。
〃They're goin' to land；〃 whispered Shif'less Sol。
The head of the file was turned toward the shore； and； as it approached； a group of warriors； led by Little Beard； the Seneca chief； appeared among the trees； coming forward to meet them。 The three in their covert crouched closer； interested so intensely that they were prepared to brave the danger in order to remain。 But the absorption of the Iroquois in what they were about to do favored the three scouts。
As the canoes touched the bank； Catharine Montour rose from her crouching position and uttered a long； piercing wail； so full of grief； rage； and despair that the three in the bushes shuddered。 It was fiercer than the cry of a wolf； and it came back from the dark forest in terrifying echoes。
〃It's not a woman； but a fiend；〃 whispered Henry； and； as before； his comrades nodded in assent。
The woman stood erect； a tall and stalwart figure； but the beauty that had once caused her to be received in colonial capitals was long since gone。 Her white half of blood had been submerged years ago in her Indian half； and there was nothing now about her to remind one of civilization or of the French Governor General of Canada who was said to have been her father。
The Iroquois stood respectfully before her。 It was evident that she had lost none of her power among the Six Nations； a power proceeding partly from her force and partly from superstition。 As the bodies were brought ashore； one by one； and laid upon the ground； she uttered the long wailing cry again and again； and the others repeated it in a sort of chorus。
When the bodies…and Henry was sure that they must all be those of chiefs…were laid out； she tore her hair； sank down upon the ground； and began a chant； which Tom Ross was afterwards able to interpret roughly to the others。 She sang：
The white men have come with the cannon and bayonet； Numerous as forest leaves the army has come。 Our warriors are driven like deer by the hunter； Fallen is the League of the Ho…de…no…sau…nee！
Our towns are burned and our fields uprooted； Our people flee through the forest for their lives； The king who promised to help us comes not。 Fallen is the League of the Ho…de…no…sau…nee！
The great chiefs are slain and their bodies lie here。 No longer will they lead the warriors in battle； No more will they drive the foe from the thicket。 Fallen is the League of the Ho…de…no…sau…nee！
Scalps we have taken from all who hated us； None； but feared us in the days of our glory。 But the cannon and bayonet have taken our country； Fallen is the League of the Ho…de…no…sau…nee！
She chanted many verses； but these were all that Tom Ross could ever remember or translate。 But every verse ended with the melancholy refrain： 〃Fallen is the League of the Ho…de…no…sau…nee！〃 which the others also repeated in chorus。 Then the warriors lifted up the bodies； and they moved in procession toward the town。 The three watched them； but they did not rise until the funeral train had reached the fruit trees。 Then they stood up； looked at one another； and breathed sighs of relief。
〃I don't care ef I never see that woman ag'in；〃 said Shif'less Sol。 〃She gives me the creeps。 She must be a witch huntin' for blood。 She is shore to stir up the Iroquois in this town。〃
〃That's true；〃 said Henry； 〃but I mean to go nearer。〃
〃Wa'al；〃 said Tom Ross； 〃I reckon that if you mean it we mean it； too。〃
〃There are certainly Tories in the town；〃 said Henry； and if we are seen we can probably pass for them。 I'm bound to find out what's here。〃
〃Still huntin' fur Braxton Wyatt；〃 said Shif'less Sol。
〃I mean to know if he's here；〃 said Henry。
〃Lead on；〃 said the shiftless one。
They followed in the path of the procession； which was now out of sight； and entered the orchard。 From that point they saw the houses and great numbers of Indians； including squaws and children； gathered in the open spaces； where the funeral train was passing。 Queen Esther still stalked at its head； but her chant was now taken up by many scores of voices； and the volume of sound penetrated far in the night。 Henry yet relied upon the absorption of the Iroquois in this ceremonial to give him a chance for a good look through the town； and he and his comrades advanced with boldness。
They passed by many of the houses； all empty； as their occupants had gone to join in the funeral lament； but they soon saw white men…a few of the Royal Greens； and some of the Rangers； and other Tories； who were dressed much like Henry and his comrades。 One of them spoke to Shif'less Sol； who nodded carelessly and passed by。 The Tory seemed satisfied and went his way。
〃Takes us fur some o' the crowd that's come runnin' in here ahead o' the army；〃 said the shiftless one。
Henry was noting with a careful eye the condition of the town。 He saw that no preparations for defense had been made； and there was no evidence that any would be made。 All was confusion and despair。 Already some of the squaws were fleeing； carrying heavy burdens。 The three coupled caution with boldness。 If they met a Tory they merely exchanged a word or two； and passed swiftly on。 Henry； although he had seen enough to know that the army could advance without hesitation； still pursued the quest。 Shif'less Sol was right。 At the bottom of Henry's heart was a desire to know whether Braxton Wyatt was in Little Beard's Town； a desire soon satisfied； as they reached the great Council House； turned a corner of it； and met the renegade face to face。
Wyatt was with his lieutenant； the squat Tory； Coleman； and he uttered a cry when he saw the tall figure of the great youth。 There was no light but that of the moon； but he knew his foe in an instant。
〃Henry Ware！〃 he cried； and snatched his pistol from his belt。
They were so close together that Henry did not have time to use a weapon。 Instinctively he struck out with his fist； catching Wyatt on the jaw； and sending him down as if he had been shot。 Shif'less Sol and Tom Ross ran bodily over Coleman； hurling him down； and leaping across his prostrate figure。 Then they ran their utmost； knowing that their lives depended on speed and skill。
They quickly put the Council House between them and their pursuers； and darted away among the houses。 Braxton Wyatt was stunned； but he speedily regained his wits and his feet。
〃It was the fellow Ware； spying among us again！ be cried to his lieutenant； who； half dazed； was also struggling up。 〃Come； men！ After them！ After them！〃
A dozen men came at his call； and； led by the renegade； they began a search among the houses。 But it was hard to find the fugitives。 The light was not good； many flitting figures were about； and the frantic search developed confusion。 Other Tories were often mistaken for the three scouts； and were overhauled； much to their disgust and that of the overhaulers。 Iroquois； drawn from the funeral ceremony； began to join in the hunt； but Wyatt could give them little information。 He had merely seen an enemy； and then the enemy had gone。