"As soon as you are dressed, quietly awaken Mr.Wells and Nellie, but do not frighten them." "But what's the trouble ?" queried Jim, as he began to dress.
"The Indians are pouring into the village as thickly as flying leaves in autumn." Edwards' exaggerated assertion proved to be almost literally true.
No sooner had the rising sun dispelled the mist, than it shone on long lines of marching braves, mounted warriors, hundreds of packhorses approaching from the forests.

The orderly procession was proof of a concerted plan on the part of the invaders.
From their windows the missionaries watched with bated breath; with wonder and fear they saw the long lines of dusky forms.

When they were in the clearing the savages busied themselves with their packs.
Long rows of teepees sprung up as if by magic.

The savages had come to stay! The number of incoming visitors did not lessen until noon, when a few straggling groups marked the end of the invading host.
Most significant of all was the fact that neither child, maiden, nor squaw accompanied this army.
Jim appraised the number at six or seven hundred, more than had ever before visited the village at one time.

They were mostly Delawares, with many Shawnees, and a few Hurons among them.