He could not doubt on a near view that these were white like himself, and the words rang true.
"My house is strong," he said, "and I can beat them off.

Maybe you will help me." "We'd help you willingly enough," said Henry, "if this were any ordinary raiding band, but 'Indian' Butler, Brant, and Queen Esther are coming at the head of twelve or fifteen hundred men.

How could we hold a house, no matter how thick its walls, against such an army as that?
Don't hesitate a moment! Get up what you can and gallop." The man, a Connecticut settler-Jennings was his name-left his plow in the furrow, galloped on his horse to his house, mounted his wife and children on other horses, and, taking only food and clothing, fled to Stroudsburg, where there was a strong fort.

At a later day he gave Henry heartfelt thanks for his warning, as six hours afterward the vanguard of the horde burned his home and raged because its owner and his family were gone with their scalps on their own heads.
The five were now well into the Wyoming Valley, where the Lenni-Lenape, until they were pushed westward by other tribes, had had their village Wy-wa-mieh, which means in their language Wyoming.

It was a beautiful valley running twenty miles or more along the Susquehanna, and about three miles broad.