A silent and dejected cavalcade was slowly emerging from the woods behind Burgoyne’s quarters, on the morning of the 7th of October. It was the returning party under Butler, disappointed of their aim, beaten and dispirited.
The partisan, after his ducking in the lake and the flight of his men, had certainly evinced rare courage, for he had actually returned to the assault on the following morning, provided with a quantity of torches of flaring pitch pine.
Under the stimulus of plenty of light, the dragoons had behaved better, although nothing could induce the Indians to venture back. They had thoroughly explored the first and second cave without any further annoyance, but neither did they make any more discoveries. By what means the three strange apparitions had managed to execute their
