It had been built by a trader named Fraser and in it Washington, who had visited it once before on a former mission, and one or two others sat, during the period of rest and refreshment.

The young Virginian, despite his great frame and gigantic strength, was so much wasted by fever that, when he came forth to remount, he was barely able to keep his place in his saddle.
Now the merry trumpets sang again and the red and blue column, lifting itself up, resumed its march along the trail through the forest toward Duquesne.

The river was on one side and a line of high hills on the other, but the forest everywhere was dense and in its heaviest foliage.

Braddock, despite the safe passage of the ford, was not reckless.

A troop of guides and Virginia light horsemen led the way.