But he saw with his own eyes the famous Oghwaga of the Iroquois going down under their torch.
"Tell me, Colonel John Butler," he said bitterly, "where is your great king now?
Is his arm long enough to reach from London to save our town of Oghwaga, which is perhaps as much to us as his great city of London is to him ?" The thickset figure of "Indian" Butler moved, and his swart face flushed as much as it could.
"You know as much about the king as I do, Joe Brant," he replied.

"We are fighting here for your country as well as his, and you cannot say that Johnson's Greens and Butler's Rangers and the British and Canadians have not done their part." "It is true," said Thayendanegea, "but it is true, also, that one must fight with wisdom.

Perhaps there was too much burning of living men at Wyoming.

The pain of the wounded bear makes him fight the harder, and it, is because of Wyoming that Oghwaga yonder burns.

Say, is it not so, Colonel John Butler ?" "Indian" Butler made no reply, but sat, sullen and lowering.