He had the appearance of having been delicately nurtured, and had probably enlisted without at all appreciating the hardships and discomforts of a soldier's life.

This is evident from the dissatisfaction he always continued to feel, until at length he deserted from his post.

This was some months subsequent to the time of which I am writing.

He was once retaken, and kept for a time in confinement, but immediately on his release deserted again, and his remains were found the following spring, not many miles from the fort.
He had died, either of cold or starvation.

This is a sad interlude--we will return to our boating.
With all our tugging and toiling, we had accomplished but thirteen miles since leaving the Kakalin, and it was already late when we arrived in view of the "Grande Chute," near which we were to encamp.
We had passed the "Little Chute" (the spot where the town of Appleton now stands) without any further observation than that it required a vast deal of extra exertion to buffet with the rushing stream and come off, as we did, victorious.
The brilliant light of the setting sun was resting on the high wooded banks through which broke the beautiful, foaming, dashing waters of the Chute.