Tell me, Andrew, d'you ken a man Frew who lives on the South Fork River ?" "A North Ireland fellow, with a hatchet face and a big scar?
I saw him a year ago." "It stuck in my mind that you had.

And d'you mind the advice he gave you ?" I remembered it very well, for it was Frew who had clinched my views on the defencelessness of our West.

"He spoke God's truth," I said, "but I cannot get a Virginian to believe it." "They'll believe in time," he said, "though maybe too late to save some of their scalps.

Come to this hillock, and I will show you something." From the low swell of ground we looked west to some little hills, and in the hollow of them a spire of smoke rose into the blue.
"I'm going to take you there, that you may hear and see something to your profit.

Quick, Moro," he cried to a servant.