It was a neat octagonal structure about forty feet high, with a spiral staircase in the centre leading up to an open gallery on the top.

They went up, and found it gave them a fine view of the greater part of what had been the camping ground.

"Our troops came here from Whitemarsh, if my memory serves me right," said Edward Allison.
"Yes," assented Mr.Dinsmore.

"It was Washington's decision that they should do so, as here he would be near enough to watch the movements of the British army, then in possession of Philadelphia.

He wished, for one thing, to keep the foraging parties in check, protecting the people from their depredations." "Wasn't it in the winter they were here, papa ?" asked Elsie.
"Yes; and the poor fellows found it terribly cold; especially for men so poorly provided as they were with what are esteemed by most civilized people as the barest necessities of life--food, clothing, shoes, and blankets." "Yes, I remember reading about it--how their poor feet bled on the ground as they marched over it, with neither shoes nor stockings," said Elsie, tears springing to her eyes as she spoke.