The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 13 Page 14

For what was done to Loskiel and to the Praying Mole, will be done to you all on the last day of this month, when the Dream Feast is held at Catharines-town! You shall die. And others shall die — not as you, but on the red altar of the Great Sachem Amochol! Strangled, disemboweled, sacrificed to clothe Atensi!”

The Grey-Feather, unable any longer to retain his self-control, was getting to his feet, staring wildly up at the cliff; but the Mohican drew him back into his form and held him there with powerful grip.

“Listen,” he hissed, “to what this warlock blabbs.”

The Erie laughed, evidently awaiting a retort. None came, and he laughed again triumphantly.

“Amochol’s arm is long, O you Oneida dogs who howl outside the Long House gates! Amochol’s