The men whose brethren were scalped or burned alive at Wyoming will not now spare the town of those who did it.

In this wilderness they give blow for blow, or perish." Henry knew that it was true, but he felt a certain sadness.

His heart had been inflamed against the Iroquois, he could never forget Wyoming or its horrors; but in the destruction of an ancient town the long labor of man perished, and it seemed waste.

Doubtless a dozen generations of Iroquois children had played here on the grass.

He walked toward the northern end of the village, and saw fields there from which recent corn had been taken, but behind him the cry, "Wyoming!" was repeated louder and oftener now.