General Washington himself rode in front of the first column.

It was still frightfully cold.
About daybreak the general spied an officer on horseback toiling through the snowdrifts toward him.

As the horseman drew nearer, he recognized young Martin.
"What is it now, sir ?" "General Sullivan says that the storm has rendered many of his muskets useless, by wetting the priming and powder.

He wishes to know what is to be done, sir ?" "Return instantly, and tell him he must use the bayonet! When he hears the firing, he is to advance and charge immediately.

The town must be taken, and I intend to take it." "Very good, sir," said the young man, saluting.
"Can you get through the snow in time ?" "Yes, sir," he replied promptly.