winter was howling around them, and their
course was still to the north.
On the night preceding the twenty eighth of October, some of the party encamped on the height of land that divides the waters of the Saint Lawrence
and the Atlantic
As they advanced their sufferings increased.
Some went barefoot for days together.
Their clothes had become so torn, they were almost naked, and in their march were lacerated by thorns; at night they had no couch or covering but branches of evergreens.
Often for successive days and nights they were exposed to cold, drenching storms, and had to cross streams that were swelling with the torrents of rain.
Their provisions failed, so that they even eat the faithful dogs that followed them into the wilderness.
Many a man, vainly struggling to march on, sank down exhausted, stiffening with cold and death.
Here and there a helpless invalid was left behind, with perhaps a soldier to hunt for a red squirrel, a jay, or a hawk, or various roots and plants for his food, and to watch his expiring breath.
On Dead River
, the lieutenant of Hendrick
's company, caught a cold, which inflamed his lungs; his friends tenderly carried him on a litter across the mountain, Hendrick
himself in his turn putting his shoulder to the loved burden.
The men had hauled up their barges nearly all the way for one hundred and eighty miles, had carried them on their shoulders near forty miles, through hideous woods and mountains, often to their knees in mire, over swamps and bogs almost impenetrable, which they were obliged to cross three or four times to fetch their baggage; and yet starving, deserted,