I shall begin my march for Camp tomorrow morning. It was not in my power to move until I could procure shoes for the troops almost barefoot.

Forward, my brave fellows, forward! Carry me into the fort. If I am to die, I want to die at the head of the column!

Upon the whole it was a Glorious day-Our men are in the Spirits-and I am confident we shall give them a total defeat the next Action; which is at no great distance.

Issue the orders Sir, and I will storm Hell.