n army, and yet to keep out of its hands, to observe what
was going on, and to divine what was intended from what they observed.
Fortunately it, was early summer, and the weather being very beautiful
they could sleep without shelter. Hence they found it convenient to
sleep sometimes by daylight, posting a watch always, and to spy upon the
Indian camp at night. They saw other reinforcements come for the Indian
army, particularly a strong division of Senecas, under two great war
chiefs of theirs, Sangerachte and Hiokatoo, and also a body of Tories.

Then they saw them go into their last great camp at Tioga, preparatory
to their swift descent upon the Wyoming Valley. About four hundred
white men, English Canadians and Tories, were present, and eight hundred
picked warriors of the Six Nations under Thayendanegea, besides the
little band of Wyandots led by the resolute Timmendiquas. "Indian"
Butler was in general command of the whole, and Queen Esther was the
high priestess of the Indians, continually making fiery speeches and
chanting songs that made the warriors see red. Upon the rear of this
extraordinary army hung a band of fierce old squaws, from whom every
remnant of mercy and Gentleness had departed.

From a high rock overlooking a valley the five saw "Indian" Butler's
force start for its final march upon Wyoming. It was composed of many
diverse elements, and perhaps none more bloodthirsty ever trod the soil
of America. In some preliminary skirmish a son of Queen Esther had been
slain, and now her fury knew no limits. She took her place at the
very head of the army, whirling her great tomahawk about her head, and
neither "Indian" Butler nor Thayendanegea dared to interfere with her in
anything great or small.

Henry and his comrades, as they left their rock and hastened toward the
valley of Wyoming, felt that now they were coming into contact with the
great war itself. They had looked upon a uniformed enemy for the first
time, and they might soon see the colonial buff and blue of the eastern
army. Their hearts thrilled high at new scenes and new dangers.

They had gathered at Pittsburgh, and, through the captivity of the four
in the Iroquois camp, they had some general idea of the Wyoming Valley
and the direction in which it lay, and, taking one last look at the
savage army, they sped toward it. The time was the close, of June, and
the foliage was still dark green. It was a land of low mountain, hill,
rich valley,