Conceived in Liberty
“Not at once did we come to the decision, but slowly, working our courage, and giving ourselves all the arguments we needed to leave the army. First Kenton and I—then Charley.
Two days after the Jew died, I walked on sentry beat with Kenton. The fresh meat had lifted us, brought back little fires of strength that were all but gone. I came on Kenton at the end of my beat. He leaned on his musket, looking northward over the hills.
I said to him: “I was watching you—you were silent and unmoving here wondrous long. I thought to myself, you’re frozen and sleeping on your feet.”
“I’m thinking a strong man could walk through the snow.”
“Where to?” I asked him. “Where would you be walking?”
“North—a great stretch north to the Mohawk. I’m sick to look at the Valley land.”
“For five hundred miles? Edward froze. Stiff as a log of wood. They brought him back and laid him down, and he was all ringed over with ice. I don’t forget the sight of Edward, with the ice sealing his lips.”
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