The coats, of both the Regulars and Provincials, were cut short at the waist, and no officer or private was allowed to carry more than one blanket and a bear skin.
Howe himself lived as simply and roughly as his men.

The soldiers were devoted to their young commander, and were ready to follow him to the death.
"That's something like a man for a general," Nat said enthusiastically, as he marched, with the Royal Scouts, past the spot where Lord Howe was sitting on the ground, eating his dinner with a pocket knife.
"I have never had much hope of doing anything, before, with the regulars in the forest, but I do think, this time, we have got a chance of licking the French.

What do you say, captain ?" "It looks more hopeful, Nat, certainly.

Under Loudon and Webb things did not look very bright, but this is a different sort of general altogether." On the evening of the 4th of July baggage, stores, and ammunition were all on board the boats, and the whole army embarked at daybreak on the 5th.

It was indeed a magnificent sight, as the flotilla started.