The Gentle Rebel
“She had gone out with Nathan to the camp, and to her surprise, Daniel had accepted Nathan’s invitation to go along. As they approached the site, Nathan pointed to where a group of soldiers were working on an enormous gun on a sled. “Look at the general, Laddie,” Nathan grinned. “This trip has worn all the rest of us down to skin and bone—but Henry Knox stays fat as a seal!”
“Well, I see you didn’t die, Sergeant!” Knox spotted them, and came to smile down at her. His cheeks were red and he was bristling with enormous energy. “By Harry, if I’d known you were going to live, I’d have had you at work rounding up oxen for me!” He gave a look at the worn animals that stood with lowered heads, eating listlessly.
“They’re not going to make it, General,” Nathan commented. “We’ve got to have some fresh animals. Maybe General Schuyler can help some more.”
General Philip Schuyler, a wealthy New York State patrician, had secured eighty specially built sledges and eighty yoke of oxen.
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