For another instance besides this, see page 68, where he describes Clark as entrapping and killing "upwards of fifty Indians," instead of only eight or nine, as was actually the case.] Next morning they resumed their march, the strongest wading painfully through the water, while the weak and famished were carried in the canoes, which were so hampered by the bushes that they could hardly go even as fast as the toiling footmen.

The evening and morning guns of the fort were heard plainly by the men as they plodded onward, numbed and weary.

Clark, as usual, led them in person.

Once they came to a place so deep that there seemed no crossing, for the canoes could find no ford.
It was hopeless to go back or stay still, and the men huddled together, apparently about to despair.

But Clark suddenly blackened his face with gunpowder, gave the war-whoop, and sprang forwards boldly into the ice-cold water, wading out straight towards the point at which they were aiming; and the men followed him, one after another, without a word.
Then he ordered those nearest him to begin one of their favorite songs; and soon the whole line took it up, and marched cheerfully onward.