There were streams to be waded or to be crossed upon such rude rafts as they could frame with their hatchets.

Their clothes hung in tatters around them, and, most deplorable of all, their ammunition became expended.
For days they lived upon roots and the tender bark of trees.

Some became delirious, indeed some seemed quite insane through their sufferings.

The man who was wounded, Mr.Schenck, was a gentleman of intelligence and of refinement and of distinguished family connections, from Ohio.

A poetic temperament had induced him to seek the romance of an adventure through the unexplored wilderness.
After incredible sufferings his wound became so inflamed that it was impossible for him to go any farther.