Colonel Schuyler was a great man in Albany, and his wife was deservedly respected and beloved.

Just now the Colonel was absent on duties connected with the coming campaign, in which Albany was becoming keenly interested.

The neighbouring provinces, particularly that of Massachusetts, had awakened at last from lethargy, and the inhabitants were bestirring themselves with zeal, if not always with discretion.

The Colonel, who had warmly embraced the English cause, was doing what he could there to raise arms and men, and his wife at home was playing her part in caring for the fugitives who kept passing through on their way from the forest, both after the massacre at Fort William Henry, and after the rout of the Rangers.
Rogers himself was too restless a being to remain in the haunts of civilization.

He and a few picked men were again off to the forest.
But Stark, who had been wounded, and Lord Howe, who was awaiting orders from England as to his position in command during the approaching campaign, remained as guests with Mrs.Schuyler; and she at once begged that Fritz and his companions would do the same, since her house was roomy, and she desired to do all in her power for those who were about to risk their lives in the endeavour to suppress the terrible Indian raids, and to crush the aggressions of those who used these raids as a means of obtaining their own aggrandizement.
It was a pleasant house to stay in, and Mrs.Schuyler was like a mother to them all.