Also, he inquired about the Mole, and I was obliged to relate the circumstances of that poor convert's murder.
"God's will," said the Yellow Moth very quietly.

"You, my brother, and I may see a thousand fall, and ten thousand on our right hand, and it shall not come nigh us." "Amen," said I, much moved by this simple fellow's tranquil faith.
I made him known to the Sagamore and to the two Oneidas, who received him with a grave sincerity which expressed very plainly their respect for a people of which the Mole had been for them a respectable example.
Like the Mole, the Yellow Moth wore no paint except a white cross limned on his breast over a clan sign indecipherable.

And if, in truth, there had ever really been a totem under the white paint I do not know, for like the Algonquins, these peoples had but a loose political, social, religious, and tribal organization, which never approached the perfection of the Iroquois system in any manner or detail.
About eight o'clock came Captain Carbury, of the 11th Pennsylvania, to us, and we immediately set out, marching swiftly up the Chemung River, the Sagamore and the Yellow Moth leading, then Captain Carbury and myself, then the Oneidas.
Behind us in the dusk we saw the Light Troops falling in, who always lead the army.

All marched without packs, blankets, horses, or any impedimenta.

And, though the distance was not very great, so hilly, rocky, and rough was the path through the hot, dark night, and so narrow and difficult were the mountain passes, that we were often obliged to rest the men.