When I came in, he bottled himself up, and looked at me in a sad, reproving manner. But I knew he was as happy as a man could be. Mother did not like it, and I had to assure her again and again that I was not hurt. She began to talk about giving me some herb tea, and I got out of the house as quickly as possible.
CHAPTER VII
TALES FROM THE FRONTIER—MR. TYTHINGMAN AND HIS SERVICES
This long war was a terrible strain on our Province. Some man from almost every family in town was with the army at Lake George. The value of our currency had fallen, and nearly one-half of what we earned and produced went to pay the heavy taxes.
The Provinces did not work well together. There were rivalries and dissensions among them. The French were united, and their army was led by an able commander, the Marquis Montcalm.
Our generals were mostly incompetent men who owed their positions to influence at court.
We kept up the bitter struggle, hoping that at last we should have a general capable of coping with Montcalm.