Wednesday, 28.—A long march over a bad path—thirty miles—to French Creek, or Scotchtown. Boarded with Mrs. Farrell. A fine Union settlement. Forty years ago a Massachusetts colony came here, and their thrift, morality, and patriotism are the salt of this region. Slept in tent of Culbertson and Lieutenant—of Captain Remley’s Fifth Regiment. Noble and generous treatment from them.
