The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 1 Page 11

odd, Loskiel, but in this cursed, debatable land I feel more ill at ease than I have ever felt in the Iroquois country.”

“You are still thinking of our landlord’s deathly face,” I said. “Lord! What a very shadow of true manhood crawls about this house!”

“Aye — and I am mindful of every other face and countenance I have so far seen in this strange, debatable land. All have in them something of the same expression. And therein lies the horror of it all, Mr. Loskiel God knows we expect to see deathly faces in the North, where little children lie scalped in the ashes of our frontier — where they even scalp the family hound that guards the cradle. But here in this sleepy, open countryside, with its gentle hills and fertile valleys, broad