The influence reached even into the depths of the vast North American wilderness and was felt by Robert as he sat beside the camp fire in the savage woods with the Frenchmen.
He drank a little of the red wine, but only a very little, and Tayoga would not touch it at all.

Willet took a small leather cup of it, but declined a second.

The food was good, better cooked than it usually was among the English colonists, where the table was regarded as a necessity, and in no particular as a rite.

Robert, despite his habitual caution, found his heart warming toward his French hosts.

It could not be possible that the Indians had been set upon his comrades and himself by the French! The warmth of his heart increased when one of the Canadians took a violin from a cloth cover and began to play wailing old airs.