by John Richardson, Wacousta — Volume III, Chapter VI (1832)
“ At the moment when the distant heights resounded with the fierce yells of the savages, and leaping forms came bounding down the slope, the remarkable warrior of the Fleur de lis--the fearful enemy who had whispered the most demoniac vengeance in his ears the preceding night--was the only one that met and riveted the gaze of the governor. He paused not to observe or to think who the flying man could be of whom the mysterious warrior was in pursuit,--neither did it, indeed, occur to him that it was a pursuit at all. ”
