"
"I shall not be next year, and the war will not be over then, so my
brother, Colonel William Johnson says, and he knows."
Robert looked at the sturdy young figure and the eager eyes, and he
knew that the Indian lad would not be denied.
Then the little party rode into the woods, and proceeded without event
to Albany.
CHAPTER IX
THE WATCHER
It was with emotion that Robert came to Albany, an emotion that was
shared by his Onondaga comrade, Tayoga, who had spent a long time in a
white school there. The staid Dutch town was the great outpost of the
Province of New York in the wilderness, and although his temperament
was unlike that of the Dutch burghers he had innumerable pleasant
memories of it, and many friends there. It was, in his esteem, too, a
fine town, on its hills over-looking that noble river, the Hudson, and
as the little group rode on he noted that despite the war its
appearance was still peaceful and safe.
Their way led along the main street which was broad and with grass on
either side. The solid Dutch houses, with their gable ends to the
street, stood every one on its own lawn, with a garden behind
it. Every house also had a portico in front of it, on which the people
sat in summer evenings, or where they visited with one another.
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