CHAPTER XXXVI
We next find Segwuna in New York. She was well acquainted with the way thither, for she had traversed it many times. While pursuing her purpose in New York, Segwuna lived with a small band of Iroquois on Staten Island.
Segwuna found much favor among the ladies of the English officers, for her skill as a prophetess was already established.
She now made it her particular business to call often upon the ladies of General Clinton and General Knypthausen; and, also, upon Major Andre in his office, one afternoon, when the principal business of the day was over.
The offices of the Adjutant-General of the British Army were at No. 1 Broadway, in one of those old Dutch houses the entrance of which led up a short flight of steps to a huge door having an iron knocker.
Dormer windows faced the street in the second story, and the hip roof was covered with shingles that were coated with moss and lichens,—evidences of an ancient construction.
When Segwuna rapped with the iron knocker on the huge door, a red-coated English Sergeant opened it, and the prophetess modestly inquired:
“Is Major Andre in?”
“Yes, Madam,” was the reply.
“May I see him?”