He regretted not only the loss of Black Rifle and his men, but the further evidence of an unyielding temperament on the part of their commander.

His own mind however so ready to comprehend the mind of others, could understand Braddock's point of view.

To the general Black Rifle and his men were mere woods rovers, savages themselves in everything except race, and the army that he led was invincible.
"We'll have to make the best of it," he said.
"They've gone and they're a great loss, but the rest of us will try to do the work they would have done." "That is so," said Tayoga, gravely.
At last the army moved proudly away into the wilderness.

Hundreds of axmen, going ahead, cut a road twelve feet wide, along which cavalry, infantry, artillery and wagons and pack horses stretched for miles.

The weather was beautiful, the forest was both beautiful and grand, and to most of the Englishmen and Virginians the march appealed as a great and romantic adventure.