His scouts had discovered their trail going north and had informed him that they would probably make camp on the Dismal.

There they were sure to be joined by other Indians.

He asked my opinion as to what had best be done.
I told him it was about twenty-five miles from the present tent to the Dismal River.

I said I had better go on, taking White with me, and try to locate them.
"I've heard of this man White," said the general.

"They tell me that he is your shadow and he follows you every place you go." I said that this was true and that I had all I could do to keep him from following me to New York.