[Footnote A:  New Hampshire Adjutant General’s Report, vol. 2, 1866, p. 129.]

But a few words just here in explanation of the character of this ranging branch of the English army.  It was a product of existing necessities in the military service of that time.  Most of the country was covered with primeval forests and military operations were largely prosecuted in the woods or in limited clearings.  The former were continually infested with Indians, lying in ambush for the perpetration of any mischief for which they might have opportunity.

It became necessary, therefore, in scouring the forests to drive these miscreants back to their lairs, as well as in making military reconnoissances, to have a class of soldiers acquainted with Indian life and warfare; prepared, not only to meet the Indian upon his own ground, but to fight him in his own fashion.  The British Regular was good for nothing at such work.  If sent into the woods he was quite sure, either not to return at all, or to come back without his scalp.  And the ordinary Provincial was not very much better.  From this necessity, therefore, was evolved the “Ranger.”

He was a man of vigorous constitution, inured to the hardships of forest life.  He was capable of long marches, day after day, upon scant rations, refreshed by short intervals of sleep while rolled in his blanket upon a pile of boughs, with no other shelter but the sky.  He knew the trails of the Indians, as well as their ordinary haunts and likeliest places of ambush.  He knew, also, all the courses of the streams and the carrying places between them.  He understood Indian wiles and warfare, and was prepared to meet them.

Stand such a man in a pair of stout shoes or moccasins; cover his lower limbs with leggins and coarse small clothes; give him a close-fitting jacket and a warm cap; stick a small hatchet in his belt; hang a good-sized powder-horn by his side, and upon his back buckle a blanket and a knapsack stuffed with a moderate supply of bread and raw salt pork; to these furnishings add a good-sized hunting-knife, a trusty musket and a small flask of spirits, and you have an average New Hampshire Ranger of the Seven Year’s war, ready for skirmish or pitched battle; or, for the more common duty of reconnoitering the enemy’s force and movements, of capturing his scouts and provision trains, and getting now and then a prisoner, from whom all information possible would be extorted; and, in short, for annoying the French and Indian foe in every possible way.

If you will add three or four inches to the average height of such a soldier, give him consummate courage, coolness, readiness of resource in extremities, together with intuitive knowledge of the enemy’s wiles, supplemented with a passable knowledge of French and Indian speech, you will have a tolerable portrait of Captain Robert Rogers at the beginning of our Seven Year’s war.[A]

[Footnote A:  “An engraved full-length portrait of Rogers was published in London in 1776.  He is represented as a tall, strong man, dressed in the costume of a Ranger, with a powder-horn strung at his side, a gun resting in the hollow of his arm, and a countenance by no means prepossessing.  Behind him, at a little distance, stand his Indian followers.”—­[Parkman’s Conspiracy of Pontiach, vol.  I, p. 164.]