The foliage of next spring would cover up the ruin and new growth would take the place of the old and broken.

The wilderness, forever restoring what was lost, always took care of itself.
A day or two of fine, clear winter weather, not too cold, followed, and Willet went forth to scout.

He was gone until the next morning and when he returned his face was very grave.
"There are Indians in the forest," he said, "not friendly warriors of the Hodenosaunee, but those allied with the enemy.

I think a formidable Ojibway band under Tandakora is there, and also other Indians from the region of the Great Lakes.

They may have started against us some time back, but were probably halted by the bad weather.