"Who sends me a Wyandotte ?" "General Clinton," replied Simpson in surprise.

"The Wyandotte came from Fortress Pitt.

Colonel Broadhead, commanding our left wing, sent him, most highly recommending him for his knowledge of the Susquehanna and Tioga." I took another hard look at the Wyandotte.
"You should travel lighter," said I."Split that Niagara blanket and roll your hunting-shirt." The savage looked at me a moment, then his sinewy arms flew up and he snatched the deerskin shirt from his naked body.

The next instant his knife fairly leaped from its beaded sheath; there was a flash of steel, a ripping sound, and his blue and scarlet blanket lay divided.

Half of it he flung to a rifleman, and the other half, with his shirt, he rolled and tied to his pack.
Such zeal and obedience pleased me, and I smiled and nodded to him.