(6) Six scalps of farmers, green hoops to show they were killed in their fields; a large white circle for the sun, showing it was day; black bullet mark on three; hatchet on two. (2) Two of settlers, surprised and killed in their houses or barns; hoops red; white circle for the sun; a little red foot to show they died fighting. Both marked with bullet symbol. (4) Four of settlers. Two marked by little yellow flames to show how they died. (My Senecas have had no prisoners for burning since August third.) One a rebel clergyman, his band tied to the scalp-hoop, and a little red foot under a red cross painted on the skin. (He killed two of my men before we got him.) One, a poor scalp, the hair gray and thin; the hoop painted brown. (An old man whom we found in bed in a rebel house.) (12) Twelve of militia soldiers; stretched on black hoops four inches in diameter, inside skin painted red; a black circle showing they were outposts surprised at night; hatchet as usual. (12) Twelve of women; one unbraided--a very fine scalp (bought of a Wyandot from Burgoyne's army), which I paid full price for; nine braided, hoops blue, red tear-marks; two very gray; black hoops, plain brown color inside; death-maul marked in red. (6) Six of boys' scalps; small green hoops; red tears; symbols in black of castete, knife, and bullet. (5) Five of girls' scalps; small yellow hoops. Marked with the Seneca symbol to whom they were delivered before scalping. (l) One box of birch-bark containing an infant's scalp; very little hair, but well dried and cured. (I must ask full price for this.) 48 scalps assorted, @ 20 dollars a dozen..............80 dollars. "Received payment, F. McCRAW." The ghastly face of the prisoner turned livid, and he shrieked as Mount caught him by the collar and dragged him to his feet. "Jack," I said, hoarsely, "the law sends that man before a court." "Court be damned!" growled Mount, as Elerson uncoiled the pack-rope, flung one end over a maple limb above, and tied a running noose on the other end. Murphy crowded past me to seize the prisoner, but I caught him by the arm and pushed him aside. "Men!" I said, angrily; "I don't care whose command you are under. I'm an officer, and you'll listen to me and obey me with respect. Murphy!" The Irishman gave me a savage stare. "By God!" I cried, cocking my rifle, "if one of you dares disobey, I'll shoot him where he stands! Murphy! Stand aside! Mount, bring that prisoner here!" There was a pause; then Murphy touched his cap and stepped back quietly, nodding to Mount, who shuffled forward, pushing the prisoner and darting a venomous glance at me. "Redstock," I said, "where is McCraw?" A torrent of filthy abuse poured out of the prisoner's writhing mouth. He cursed us, threatening us with a terrible revenge from McCraw if we harmed a hair of his head.