We arrived at Hawk's fort about ten
o'clock, where we were kindly entertained. As before observed, many of the men
had their feet badly frosted early on the march, and some before we set out;
one in particular, Ichabod Dexter, who was one of my messmates, and whose pack
I carried with my own through the whole march, and yet I was among the foremost
in the march, and, although I was hungry, I never failed in vigor and activity,
and this, I have always thought, was owing, in a measure, to the following
circumstance: We had in my mess perhaps a pound of honey, in a wooden bottle,
and after our provisions failed we dipped the end of a rod, not into a
honey-comb, like Jonathan, but into the bottle, and put it to our mouths.
Rufus Putnam's Journal. February 10th. 1757.
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