The old tender-heartedness of the man always returned when he saw anything young and helpless.

There was no fierceness in his strange face today, and Corinne, looking after him, said wonderingly: "Who is he?
he looks like one who has seen a ghost!" In a few terse phrases Fritz told the outline of Charles's story, and how he himself with his companion had found the hapless man and his brother.
"Oh, this war is a terrible thing!" cried Corinne, pressing her hands together.

"It makes men into devils, I think.

Ah, why can we not live at peace and concord with our brothers?
Surely out here, in these wild lands, French and English might join hands, and live as brothers instead of foes." "I fear me," said Fritz, looking out before him with wide gaze, "that that time is far enough away--that it will never come until the kingdoms of this world have become the kingdom of our God and of His Christ, when He shall reign for ever and ever." She looked at him in quick surprise.

She had not expected to hear such words in the mouth of one of Rogers' Rangers.
"I have heard my uncle speak so," she said slowly; "but the soldiers think of nothing but fighting and conquest." "We used to think much of that day down in my southern home.