Besides Mr.
Huysman, Benjamin Hardy, Jonathan Pillsbury, and Alexander McLean, there were Nicholas Ten Broeck and Oliver Suydam, two of Albany's most solid burghers, and Alan Hervey, another visitor from New York, a thin man of middle years and shrewd looks, whom Robert took to be a figure in finance and trade.

All the elders seemed to know one another well, and to be on the best of terms.
Robert and Tayoga were presented duly, and made their modest acknowledgments, sitting together near the end of the table.
"These lads, young as they are," said Master Jacobus Huysman, "have had much experience of the present war.

One of them was a prisoner of the French at Ticonderoga and saw the whole battle, while the other fought in it.

Before that they were in innumerable encounters and other perils, usually with the great hunter, David Willet, of whom you all know, and who, I regret, is not here." "It is no more than thousands of others have done," said Robert, blushing under his tan.
Hervey regarded him and Tayoga with interest.

The Onondaga was in full Indian dress, but Albany was used to the Iroquois, and that fact was not at all exceptional.
"War is a terrible thing," he said, "and whether a nation is or is not to endure depends very much upon its youth." "We always think that present youth is inferior to what our own youth was," said Mr.Hardy.