He had seen so many of these upon his long journey, and understood their construction well.
Everywhere they found the people in a state of either deep despondency or intense exasperation.

It seemed to them that they had been basely deserted and betrayed by their countrymen, who should have been prompt to send to their defence; and although the arrival of the Rangers, and the news they brought of future help, did something to cheer and encourage them, it was easy to see that they were deeply hurt at the manner in which their appeals had been met, and were ready to curse the Quakers and the Assembly who had calmly let them be slaughtered like brute beasts, whilst they wrangled in peaceful security over some disputed point with the Governor.
"Are you Rogers' men ?" was a question which the Rangers met again and again as they pursued their way.
"No," they would answer; "we know of no Rogers.

Who is he, and why is his name in all men's mouths ?" This question was not always easy to get answered.

Some said one thing and some another; but as they pursued their western way, they reached a settlement where more precise information was to be had.
"Have you not heard of Robert Rogers, the New Hampshire Ranger?
Well, you will hear his name many times before this war is closed.
He has gathered about him a band of bold and daring spirits.

He has lived in the forest from boyhood.