human
And, near Niagara, I saw Butler's Rangers manoeuvring on snow-shoes, with drums and curly bugle-horns.
gpt
Did you know any among them?
human
Why, yes. There was Michael Reed, kin to Henry Stoner.
gpt
My cousin, damn him!
human
He was a drummer in the Rangers of John Butler, nodded Jessup.
gpt
And I saw Philip Helmer there in a green uniform, and Charles Cady, too, of Fonda's Bush.
human
All I ask, says Nick,
gpt
He sat staring into space with the blank glare of a panther. Then,
human
Were they painted?
gpt
No, said Jessup,
human
They burned a prisoner that day. I was sick, where I lay hidden, to hear his shrieks. And the British in their cantonments could hear as plainly as I, yet nobody interfered.
gpt
There could have been no British officer there,
human
Well, there were, then, said Jessup bluntly. Turning to me he added:
gpt
There's a gin'rall there at Niagara, called St. Leger, and he's a drunken son of a slut! We should not be afeard of that puffed up bladder, and I hope he comes against us. But Butler has some smart officers, like his son Walter, and Lieutenant Hare, and young Stephen Watts----
human
You saw _him_ there!
gpt
Yes, I saw him in a green uniform; and, with him also, a-horse, rode Sir John Johnson, all in red, and Walter Butler in black and green, and his long cloak a-trail to his spurs. By God, there is a motley crew for you--what with Brant in the saddle, in paint and buckskins and fur robe, and shaved like any dirty Mohawk; and Hiakatoo, like a blackened devil out o' hell, all barred with scarlet and wearing the head of a great wolf for a cap, as well as the pelt to cover his war-paint!--and McDonald, with his kilt and dirk, and the damned black eyes of him and the two buck-teeth shining on his lips!--God!