Six miles due north shall he march; then, where the hills end a swamp begins--thick, miry, set with maple, brier, and tamarack.
But through this he must blaze his trail, and the pioneers who are to follow shall lay their wagon-path across felled trees, northward still, across the forests that border the flats of Catharines-town; and then, still northward for a mile; and so swing west, severing the lake trail.
Thus we shall trap Amochol between us." Slowly we walked back together to the height of land, where our little party lay looking down at the dark country below.

I sat down beside Boyd, cleared from the soil the leaves for a little space, drew my knife, and with its point traced out the map.
He listened in silence, while I went over all that the Sagamore had taught me; and around us squatted our Indians, motionless, fiercely intent upon my every word and gesture.
"Today is Sunday," I said.

"By this hour, Butler's people should be in headlong flight.

Our army will not follow them at once, because it will take all day tomorrow for our men to destroy the corn along the Chemung.

But on Tuesday our army will surely march, laying waste the Indian towns and fields.