Also there were many swamps to pass, and as the men carried the cohorn by hand, our progress was slow.

Besides these difficulties and trials, a fog came up, thickening toward dawn, which added to the hazards of our march.
So the dawn came and found us still marching through the mist, and it was not until six o'clock that we of the guides heard a Seneca dog barking far ahead, and so knew that Chemung was near.
Back sped Tahoontowhee to hasten the troops; I ran forward with Captain Carbury and the Sagamore, passing several outlying huts, then some barns and houses which loomed huge as medieval castles in the fog, but were really very small.
"Look out!" cried Carbury.

"There is their town right ahead!" It lay straight ahead of us, a fine town of over a hundred houses built on both sides of the pretty river.

The casements of some of these houses were glazed and the roofs shingled; smoke drifted lazily from the chimneys; and all around were great open fields of grain, maize, and hay, orchards and gardens, in which were ripening peas, beans, squashes, pumpkins, watermelons, muskmelons.
"Good God!" said I."This is a fine place, Carbury!" "It's like a dozen others we have laid in ashes," said he, "and like scores more that we shall treat in a like manner.

Look sharp! Here some our light troops." The light infantry of Hand arrived on a smart run--a torrent of red-faced, sweating, excited fellows, pouring headlong into the town, cheering as they ran.
General Hand, catching sight of me, signalled with his sword and shouted to know what had become of the enemy.
"They're gone off!" I shouted back.