They used also to obtain great quantities of fine lumber, and floated it through the same rivers every spring; but it was attended with great loss of life and property.
Bath assumed a warlike appearance during the last war with Great Britain; the public square was dotted all over with officers, marquees, and soldiers' tents.

Some of these soldiers were unprincipled and reckless men, who seemed to care very little what they did.
One evening I was walking around the encampment in company with a Mr.
James Morrison, a clerk in the land office, looking at the soldiers, until we came near a sentinel on duty.

He kept his gun to his shoulder until we came near enough, and then he attempted to run me through with his bayonet.

Young Morrison sprang forward, and seizing the musket, told me to run; I did so, which probably saved my life..