The hunters stood lithe and erect, with the easy, graceful poise of Indians.
"We'll take two canoes, day after to-morrow," said Jonathan, decisively, to Colonel Zane.

"Have you a rifle for Wetzel?
The Delawares got his." Colonel Zane pondered over the question; rifles were not scarce at the fort, but a weapon that Wetzel would use was hard to find.
"The hunter may have my rifle," said the old missionary.

"I have no use for a weapon with which to destroy God's creatures.

My brother was a frontiersman; he left this rifle to me.

I remember hearing him say once that if a man knew exactly the weight of lead and powder needed, it would shoot absolutely true." He went into the cabin, and presently came out with a long object wrapped in linsey cloths.