About this piece of folly and blundering, there hath been quite talk enough already." "'Tis a pretty sight," Harry continued, reading from his brother's journal, "to see a long line of redcoats, threading through the woods or taking their ground after the march.

The care against surprise is so great and constant, that we defy prowling Indians to come unawares upon us, and our advanced sentries and savages have on the contrary fallen in with the enemy and taken a scalp or two from them.

They are such cruel villains, these French and their painted allies, that we do not think of showing them mercy.

Only think, we found but yesterday a little boy scalped but yet alive in a lone house, where his parents had been attacked and murdered by the savage enemy, of whom--so great is his indignation at their cruelty--our General has offered a reward of five pounds for all the Indian scalps brought in.
"When our march is over, you should see our camp, and all the care bestowed on it.

Our baggage and our General's tents and guard are placed quite in the centre of the camp.