The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 10 Page 74

“What! At Croghan’s? Inside our line!” I exclaimed incredulously.

“Aye. But this time the message sewed within them differed from all the others. And on the shred of bark was written: ‘Swift moccasins for little feet as swift. The long trail opens. Come!’“

“You think your mother wrote it?” I asked, astounded.

“Yes� . She wrote the others.”

“Well?”

“This writing is the same.”

“The same hand that wrote the other messages throughout the years?”

“The same.”

“Have you told the Sagamore of this?”