All the green was now gone, and it was tinted red and yellow and brown.

The skies were a mellow blue, and there was a slight haze over the forest, but the air had the wonderful crispness and freshness of the American autumn.

It inspired every one of the five with fresh zeal and energy, because they believed the first blow was about to be struck.
About ten o'clock at night they approached Oghwaga, and the reports of its importance were confirmed.

They had not before seen an Indian village with so many signs of permanence.

They passed two or three orchards of apple and peach trees, and they saw other indications of cultivation like that of the white farmer.
"It ain't a bad-lookin' town," said Long Jim Hart.