Hubbell's calm, handsome face
appeared, as, with a reassuring nod, she set down a mug of
coffee, some bread, and a bowl of mush and milk. And only those
who have travelled and fasted for twelve hours when they were
nineteen know how good it tasted.
From a tiny window ventilator Rolf had a view of the road in
front. A growing din of men prepared him for more troops, but
still he was surprised to see ten regiments march past with all
their stores -- a brave army, but no one could mistake their
looks; they wore the despondent air of an army in full retreat.
Chapter 83. The Last of Sir George Prevost
The battle was over at Plattsburg town, though it had not been
fought; for the spirit of MacDonough was on land and water, and
it was felt by the British general, as well as the Yankee
riflemen, as soon as the Union Jack had been hauled from the mast
of the Confiance.
Now Sir George Prevost had to face a momentous decision: He could
force the passage of the Saranac and march on to Albany, but his
communications would be cut, and he must rely on a hostile
country for supplies. Every day drew fresh bands of riflemen from
the hills.
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