“Will you mess with us?” said Richards. “I’ll speak to Colonel Dearborn.”

I said I would with pleasure, if free to do so, and we walked on through the glorious sunset light, past camp after camp, very smoky with green fires. And I saw three more block-houses being builded, and armed with cannon.

The music of Colonel Proctor’s Artillery Regiment was playing “Yankee Doodle” near headquarters as we sighted the General’s marquee, and the martial sounds enthralled me.

One of the General’s aides-de-camp, a certain Captain Dayton, met us most politely, detained my Indians with tobacco and pipes, and conducted me straight to the General, who, he assured me, happened to be alone. Having seen our General