The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 19 Page 35

Iroquois, woven of sinew and wood. His face was painted jet black, and he wore black plumes. He mounted the eastern mound, strung his bow, set an arrow to the string, and seated himself.

The red acolytes came forward, and the slim Prophetess bent her head till the long, dark hair uncoiled and fell down, clouding her to the waist in shadow.

“Hereckenes!” cried Amochol in a clear voice; and at the sound of their ancient name the Cat-People began a miauling chant.

“Antauhonorans!” cried Amochol.

Every Seneca took up the chant, and the drums timed it softly and steadily.

“Prophetess!” said Amochol in a ringing voice. “I have dreamed that the Moon