I refused for myself and my Indians, thinking to myself that the General might have made it less difficult for me if he had confined his indulgence to the troops.

About eight o’clock a Stockbridge Indian — the one who had been with the scout to Chemung — came to me with a note from Dominie Kirkland.

I gave him my hand, and he told me that his name was Yellow Moth, and that he was a Christian. Also, he inquired about the Mole, and I was obliged to relate the circumstances of that poor convert’s murder.

“God’s will,” said the Yellow Moth very quietly. “You, my brother, and I may see a thousand fall, and ten thousand on our right hand, and it shall not come nigh us.”

“Amen,”