At last, the horror of the great defeat in the forest and the slaughter of an army was passing.

It was Robert's hopeful temperament and brilliant mind that gave him such a great charm for all who met him, a charm to which even the fifty wise old sachems in the vale of Onondaga had not been insensible.
"No, Robert," said the Great Bear gravely, "I don't think anything can stop us.

I've a prevision that De Courcelles and Tandakora will stand in our way, but we'll just brush 'em out of it." They had not ceased to march at speed, while they talked, and now Tayoga announced the presence of a river, an obstacle that might prove formidable to foresters less expert than they.

It was lined on both sides with dense forest, and they walked along its bank about a mile until they came to a comparatively shallow place where they forded it in water above their knees.

However, their leggings and moccasins dried fast in the midsummer sun, and, experiencing no discomfort, they pressed forward with unabated speed.
All the afternoon they continued their great journey to save those at the fort, fording another river and a half dozen creeks and leaping across many brooks.