He was the forerunner of a type that was to develop markedly in New England, tall, thin, dry-lipped, critical, shrewd and tenacious to the last degree.

He and his kind were destined to make a great impress upon the New World.

He gave to the two the best the camp had, and ordered that they be treated with every courtesy.
"I've a strong force here," he said, "although it might have been stronger if our Governor and Legislature had done their full duty.
Still, we must make the best of everything.

My men reported Indians in the forest to the north of us, and that, perhaps, is the reason why we have not come into contact with Captain Colden, but I did not suspect that he was besieged." Robert, as he ate the good food set before him, looked over the camp, which had been pitched well, with far-flung pickets to guard against ambush, and his eyes glistened, as they fell upon two brass cannon, standing side by side upon a slight rise in the center of the camp.
The big guns, when well handled, were always effective against forest warriors.

Colonel Strong's eyes followed his.
"I see that you are taking notice of my cannon," he said.