It was a new form of war to them, and very ghastly.
Robert, Tayoga and Willet were the best scouts and the regular officers soon learned to rely on them.

Grosvenor often begged to go with them, but they laughingly refused.
"We don't claim to be of special excellence ourselves, Grosvenor," said Robert, "but such work needs a very long training.

One, so to speak, must be born to it, and to be born to it you have to be born in this country, and not in England." It was about the close of June and they had been nearly three weeks on the way when the three, scouting on a moonlight night, struck a trail larger than usual.

Tayoga reckoned that it had been made by at least a dozen warriors, and Willet agreed with him.
"And behold the trace of the big moccasin, Great Bear," said the Onondaga, pointing to a faint impression among the leaves.

"It is very large, and it turns in much.