"He can sing, laugh, and jest, in death's very teeth." "'T is better, surely, than to cry," I commented.

"But these do not so much as dream of death; the pledge of the Pottawattomies has brought renewed hope." "Yes, I know; though I confess I have little faith in it.

And there will be plenty of danger about us before we see Fort Wayne, even if they pass us in safety around the lake.

There will be leagues of travel through hostile territory.

That," he added, "is, to my mind, the only sensible way of preparation, for the morrow." He pointed to the old sergeant seated beside the fire with his Bible; and I glanced into his boyish face with no little surprise.
"Some remark Surgeon Van Voorhis made caused me to deem you indifferent in such matters." "No doubt," he said, dryly.