These, with the curtain, block-forts, and a deep ditch over which was a log bridge, composed the military works at Tioga; and this was the place into which we now walked, a sentry directing us to Block-House No. 2, which overlooked the Chemung.

And no sooner had we entered and climbed the ladder to the women’s quarters overhead, than:

“What luxury!” exclaimed Lois, looking down at her bed of fresh-cut balsam, over which their blankets had been cast. “Could any reasonable woman demand more? With a full view of the pretty river in the rain, and a real puncheon floor, and a bed of perfume to dream on, and a brave loop to shoot from! What more could a vain maid ask?” She glanced at me with sweet and humorous eyes, saying: “Fort Orange is no safer than this