Writing to a friend,* he gives a brief description of the calamities of the war, in terms equally touching and picturesque.

"We arrived," he writes, "at the Indian towns in the month of July.

As the lands were rich, and the season had been favorable, the corn was bending under the double weight of lusty roasting ears and pods of clustering beans.

The furrows seemed to rejoice under their precious loads--the fields stood thick with bread.

We encamped the first night in the woods, near the fields, where the whole army feasted on the young corn, which, with fat venison, made a most delicious treat.
* In a letter quoted by Weems.