“We are one tribe, one nation—say it.”
“We are one tribe, one nation,” repeated Alvina.
“Say all,” cried Madame.
“We are one tribe, one nation—” they shouted, with varying accent.
“Good!” said Madame. “And no nation do we know but the nation of the Hirondelles—”
“No nation do we know but the nation of the Hirondelles,” came the ragged chant of strong male voices, resonant and gay with mockery.
“Hurons—Hirondelles, means swallows,” said Madame.
“Yes, I know,” said Alvina.
“So! you know! Well, then! We know no nation but the Hirondelles. WE HAVE NO LAW BUT HURON LAW!”
“We have no law but Huron law!” sang the response, in a deep, sardonic chant.