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268 “Which they shall be taught,” responded Nathan Lindall grimly. “But I pray the garrison may hold out until we reach them. ’Tis but slow progress we make, lad.”

At noon the company paused a short while for rest and food. They were then on high land overlooking a wide and pleasant valley  and had conquered a good half of their distance. Major Willard summoned his officers to him, by courtesy including Nathan Lindall, and plans were made for when they  should approach the beleaguered village. Whether their coming was suspected or not by the Indians, they could not hope to gain  the garrison’s protection without a battle unless, having halted at a distance, they  awaited darkness and entered the village by  stealth. In that wise they might escape a serious encounter. Some were for marching straight to the village by daylight, trusting to  the notably poor marksmanship of the Indians to win past without great loss, but in  the end the decision was to tarry a mile or so  away and send scouts ahead to learn the disposition and strength of the foe and then go  forward under cover of darkness.

The last ten miles of the way presented grave difficulties to them. The trail, while