ps
down the Genesee.

Henry and his comrades felt that their work in the East was finished.
Kentucky was calling to them. They had no doubt that Braxton Wyatt, now
that his band was destroyed, would return there, and he would surely
be plotting more danger. It was their part to meet and defeat him. They
wished, too, to see again the valley, the river, and the village in
which their people had made their home, and they wished yet more to look
upon the faces of these people.

They left the army, went southward with Heemskerk and some others of the
riflemen, but at the Susquehanna parted with the gallant Dutchman and
his comrades.

"It is good to me to have known you, my brave friends," said Heemskerk,
"and I say good-by with sorrow to you, Mynheer Henry; to you, Mynheer
Paul; to you, Mynheer Sol; to you, Mynheer Tom; and to you, Mynheer
Jim."

He wrung their hands one by one, and then revolved swiftly away to hide
his emotion.

The five, rifles on their shoulders, started through the forest. When
they looked back they saw Cornelius Heemskerk waving his hand to them.
They waved in return, and then disappeared in the forest. It was a long
journey to Pittsburgh, but they found it a pleasant one. It was yet
deep autumn on the Pennsylvania hills, and the forest was glowing with
scarlet and gold. The air was the very wine of life, and when they
needed game it was there to be shot. As the cold weather hung off, they
did not hurry, and they enjoyed the peace of the forest. They realized
now that after their vast labors, hardships, and dangers, they needed
a great rest, and they took it. It was singular, and perhaps not so
singular, how their minds turned from battle, pursuit, and escape, to
gentle things. A little brook or fountain pleased them. They admired the
magnificent colors of the foliage, and lingered over the views from the
low mountains. Doe and fawn fled from them, but without cause. At night
they built splendid fires, and sat before them, while everyone in his
turn told tales according to his nature or experience.

They bought at Pittsburgh a strong boat partly covered, and at the point
where the Allegheny and the Monongahela unite they set sail down the
Ohio. It was winter now, but in their stout caravel they did not care.
They had ample supplies of all kinds, including ammunition, and their
hearts were light when they swung into the middle of the Ohio and moved
with its current.

"Now for a great voyage,"