We kept on the go till twelve o'clock that night, having marched over fifty miles since we started in the morning. This, together with our three small scrimmages, might be considered an ample day's work. The snow was about four feet deep, and many of the party had their feet frozen, for it was bitter cold.
When we got to Sabbath Day Point, we found the rest of our men there, and a number of good fires. We warmed ourselves at them, and our companions brought us some warm food and drink.
Amos's ear was puffed up, and his toes were so sore he could hardly walk.
We were very tired, and rolled ourselves up in our blankets near the fires, and had a sound sleep.
The next day we marched as far as Long Island, and camped there that night.
At sunrise one of our Indians brought word that a large herd of deer was on the lake near the west side.
A HERD OF DEER
McKinstry, Martin, Amos, and I got leave to go after them with some other Rangers and Indians. Amos started with us too.
"This is f-fun, Ben. A whole herd of d-deer waiting to be knocked over. Oh, my feet!"