long and very arduous scout beyond the Canajoharrie Castle.

The Major received me, inquiring particularly whether I had contrived to keep the Sagamore well affected toward our cause; and seemed much pleased when I told him that this Siwanois and I had practiced the rite of blood-brotherhood.

“Excellent,” said he. “And I don’t mind admitting to you that I place very little reliance on the mission Indians as guides — neither on the Stockbridge runners nor on the Oneidas, who have come to us more in fear of the Long House than out of any particular loyalty or desire to aid us.”

“That is true, sir. They had as soon enter hell as Catharines-town.”

The Major nodded and