no relief from work in the line to which he had been accustomed.
At Hall's Hill
he was set to making out muster out rolls, and at Albany
his time was employed in work on the pay rolls of the regiment.
The day spent at Little Falls
was one of the dreariest he ever endured.
He had no musket, was not in the ranks, knew very few of the men of the regiment, and those he knew were eagerly visiting with their friends who had assembled from the two counties; and so alone and friendless, he wandered around, feeling like an Ishmaelite in a strange country.
In spite of this, however, he could not help being proud that his name was enrolled among those who had made the regiment worthy of all that was then and has since been said about it. As the years since that day have passed and he has become personally acquainted with so many of the “Onesters,” his appreciation of, and pride in the regiment has been steadily increased, and the study of its records in the preparation of this history has aroused his admiration and made the work a “labor of love.”
To be in any manner associated with men who did so much and did it so valiantly, who suffered so much and suffered it patriotically, is an honor not to be despised.