But Great Britain’s flaming glory had swept still farther westward, for German Flatts was gone except for its church and one house, which were too near the forts for the destructives to burn.  But they had laid in ashes more than a hundred humble homes, barns, and mills, and driven off more than a thousand cattle, horses, sheep, and oxen, leaving the barnyard creatures dead or dying, and ten thousand skipples of grain afire.

So it was no wonder that the provisioning of our forces at Otsego had been slow, and that we now had five hundred wagons flying steadily between Canajoharie and the lake, to move our stores as they arrived by batteaux from below.  And there were some foolish and impatient folk in Congress, so I heard, who cried out at our delay; and one more sinister jackass, who had said that our army would never move until a few generals had been court-martialed and shot.  And our Major Parr said that he wished to God we had the Congress with us so that for once they might have their bellyful of stratagem and parched corn.

But it is ever so with those home-loving and unsurpassed butcher-generals, baker-brigadiers, candlestick-colonels, who, yawning in bed, win for us victories while we are merely planning them—­ and, rolling over, go to sleep with a consciousness of work well done, the candle snuffed, and the cat locked out for the night.

About eleven o’clock on the first night out, I halted my scout of six and lay so, fireless, until sun-up.  We were not far, then, from the head of the lake; and when we marched at dawn next morning we encountered a company of Alden’s men mending roads as usual; and later came upon an entire Continental regiment and a company of Irregular Rifles, who were marching down to the lake to try out their guns.  Long after we quitted them we heard their heavy firing, and could distinguish between the loud and solid “Bang!” of the muskets and the sharper, whip-lash crack of the long rifles.

The territory that now lay before us was a dense and sunless wilderness, save for the forest openings made by rivers, lakes, and streams.  And it was truly the enemy’s own country, where he roamed unchecked except for the pickets of General Sullivan’s army, which was still slowly concentrating at Tioga Point whither my scout of six was now addressed.  And the last of our people that we saw was a detail of Alden’s regiment demolishing beaver dams near the lake’s outlet which, they informed us, the beavers rebuilt as fast as they were destroyed, to the rage and confusion of our engineers.  We saw nothing of the industrious little animals, who are accustomed to labor while human beings sleep, but we saw their felled logs and cunningly devised dams, which a number of our men were attacking with pick and bar, standing in the water to their arm-pits.

Beyond them, at the Burris Farm, we passed our outlying pickets—­ Irregular Riflemen from the Scoharie and Sacandaga, tall, lean, wiry men, whose leaf-brown rifle-dress so perfectly blended with the tree-trunks that we were aware of them only when they halted us.  And, Lord!  To see them scowl at my Indians as they let us through, so that I almost expected a volley in our backs, and was relieved when we were rid o’ them.