The cloudy weather had gone, and the glen where we lay was filled with sun and bright colours.

Even in my misery I saw the fairness of the spectacle, and the cool plunge of the stream was grateful to my throbbing eyes.
The whole clan was waiting, a hundred warriors as tall and clean-limbed as any captain could desire.

I bore no ill-will to my captors; indeed, I viewed them with a respect I had never felt for Indians before.

They were so free in their walk, so slim and upstanding, so hawklike in eye and feature, and withal so grave, that I could not but admire them.

If the Tidewater was to perish, 'twould be at the hands of no unworthy foes.
A man stood out from the others, a tall savage with a hard face, who looked at me with eyes of hate.