Suddenly on the 29th of August the armies turned away from New York southwestward across New Jersey, and still only the two leaders knew whither they were bound.
American patriotism has liked to dwell on this last great march of Washington.

To him this was familiar country; it was here that he had harassed Clinton on the march from Philadelphia to New York three long years before.

The French marched on the right at the rate of about fifteen miles a day.

The country was beautiful and the roads were good.
Autumn had come and the air was bracing.

The peaches hung ripe on the trees.