But twice in nineteen days did Crockett Taste of any bread.

Despondency spread its gloom over the half-famished army.

Still they toiled along, almost hopeless, with tottering footsteps.

War may have its excitements and its charms.

But such a march as this, of woe-begone, emaciate, skeleton bands, is not to be counted as among war's pomps and glories.
One evening, in the deepening twilight, when they had been out thirty-four days, the Indian scouts, ever sent in advance, came into camp with the announcement, that at the distance of but a few hours' march before them, the Chattahoochee River was to be found, with a large Indian village upon its banks.