He swore that they would make an end of us, root and branch; and he laughed when he saw the Indians cutting down the little ones, and covering their tender bodies with cruel wounds; nor had he any pity upon the one white woman; and when I raved upon him and cursed him, he laughed back, and said he had no power to allay the fury of the savages.

Those who would preserve themselves safe should retire within the bounds of the colony to which they belong.

France would have an end of encroachment, and the Indians were her friends, and would help her to drive out the common foe!" Humphrey set his teeth and clinched his hands.

The old instinctive hatred of centuries between French and English, never really dead, now leaped into life in his breast.

He had heard plenty of talk during his boyhood of France's boundless pretensions with regard to the great New World of the West, and how she sought, by the simple process of declaring territory to be hers, to extend her power over millions of miles of the untrodden plains and forests, which she could never hope to populate.