They give him a good character wherever he has been, and I hope he will make a good man." On the 9th of June he wrote in these homely, but manly words: "I am weary, worn, and disgusted to death.
I had rather chop wood, dig ditches, and make fence upon my poor little farm.

Alas, poor farm! and poorer family! what have you lost that your country might be free! and that others might catch fish and hunt deer and bears at their ease! "There will be as few of the tears of gratitude, or the smiles of admiration, or the sighs of pity for us, as for the army.

But all this should not hinder me from going over the same scenes again, upon the same occasions--scenes which I would not encounter for all the wealth, pomp, and power of the world.

Boys! if you ever say one word, or utter one complaint, I will disinherit you.

Work! you rogues, and be free.