Let us in our hearts pray God to speed them.

For if we do our part as worthily, only then shall their labour be not in vain.

Their true title to glory is in our keeping, locked inevitably with our own.

If we fail, they have failed.
Judge, therefore, O Sagamore, judge, you Yellow Moth, and you Oneidas--Grey-Feather, with your war-chief's feather and your Sachem's ensign, Tahoontowhee, chieftain to be--judge, all of you, where the real glory lies--whether behind us in the rifle smoke or before us in the red glare of Amochol's accursed altar!" They had been listening to every word as I walked beside them.

The Mohican made answer first: "It was hard for us to leave the Chemung, O Loskiel, my brother--with the dog-yelps at the Sinako and Mowawaks insulting our ears.