The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 13 Page 13

“He is unharmed,” replied the Mohican, tauntingly. “A squaw shoots better than a Cat!”

“A lie! I saw my rifle blow a hole in his body!”

“Hatchet and rifle failed. The Ensign, Loskiel, laughed, asking what forest-flies were buzzing at his ear. Loskiel spits on Cats, and brushes their flying hatchets from his ears as others brush mosquitos!”

“Let him speak, then, to prove it!” shouted the Erie, incredulously.

But I remained silent.

Then the Erie’s ferocious laugh rang out from the cliff.

“Now, you Mohican slave and you Oneida dogs, you shall know the power of Amochol.