“Red run the riffles, yet the sun is high; and those who would cross at the ford have laid them down to dam the waters with their bodies.

“And I see fires along the flats; I see flames everywhere, towns on fire, corn burning, hay kindling to ashes under a white ocean of smoke — the Three Sisters scorched, trampled, and defiled!” She lifted one arm; her spellbound audience never stirred.

“Listen!” she cried, “I hear the crashing of many feet in northward flight! I hear horses galloping, and the rattle of swords. Many who run are stumbling, falling, lying still and crushed and wet with blood. I, Sorceress of the Senecas, see and hear these things; and as I see and hear, so must I speak my warning to you all!”