The Arkansas advocate., 1836-09-09
From the New York Evening Star. RECOLLECIIONS OF THE LATE CAMPAIGN
 IN EAST FLORIDA.
COnii3lited.

Continued
 On the third night of our march, WIG encamped within 22 miles of Mieanopy; and pitched tent log sta- ble In front smoulderng ruins. the recent work of the ineendiary Indan and iii our rear a thick black wood Directly over the stable gigantic oak spread its arms and our fire was kndled, it's light shot far back into the dismal gloom, giving to 1t sort ol brown horror which the associations of the time and place contributed to enhance. We were now cmpha- tically Tn the enemy's counlry-for he had recently made 1t such. It necessary, therefore, to keep stricter watch than had yet done.
 Q the luxury of q palmetto bed, in q snug "wa tent" after long days march But the liekless sof- hcer of the dayo-the poor sentue-hungry and worn, who, alter twelve hours toing, and before he has bro ken bread, slipped his coffee is summoned 10 duty- to be on post-to sand guard lis then and under consuming sun at midday, with the "haversaclv and and sseanteen" both empty, perhaps!-these tho moments that try the soldier, and make him feel the difference between parade the city aiid the terrible exactons of campaign! It is then that all the gles oi the put forth, for all then required. And 1t IS then when--having displayed the noblest constancy and couragehe aIlsl alls yet is scarcely noted by the comrade at his side, with the fiery death thirst ceaving 10 hmhis prayer, his groan his ago. ny unheard, unheeded-the wild shout, the and the rout of the raging battle goes booming oyer his head. and Tn that moment of his fierce extremity, per- haps the image of some beloved--a wife or mother-- the image of his hon,f comes 10 him in that hour of widest death, making 1t indeed hidcousl It is then that war loses it's 'pomp and circumstance' to make 'ambon virtue" It is then that we feel how guilty and how ghastly are it's glorios!
 About l2 miles from Micanopy, we encountered some of General Gaines men, who told us the story about the aag of tuce and that He arar aoas at a,s ea'd This damped our ardor, and all felt that mortal reaction which is sure to ensue after high wrought excitement. On we pusbed however; and meeting Dr ". one of the surgeons of the right wing, he gave somewhat different account of the mat ter. Either the war there would be last desperate struggle on the part of the Indians. who were believed to be still at the Ouhlacoochy. This revived our spTitsfor, after all man fighting anl- mal--it IS one of the vile conditions of his heinz.
 We now reached Micanopy, small settlement of about dozen houses post office, and surround ed by thckly wooded hammocks. Here we found about twenty families, occupying temporary huts, (or they were little better,) within piclsets that had been erected 10 receive them being driven from their homes. Aiong inc road for many mile, we had passed their deserted dwellings-windows and doors hanging by solitary hinge--fences broken down. and run growing green upon blighed hopes and pros- poets! And here, within these close pickets were they hudded together many of them in state almost ol staryation--for when they sent to Black Creek Ia distance Of 60 mies,) for the supplies that had been granted them by the Government, they were told frst that no orders had been left for their distribution; and next, that they must come for them, themselves:
 The following morning moved on to fort Drnne, passing, way to if, through high and very pie turesque piece of country. Within mile of tho fort, the woods began to open on either hand; and, we emerged from them, the numerous tents gls- tening high upon our left; while, right, ing world of warlike objects presented itself-in the midst of which the black artillery guns stood apart in grim repose-their fatal mouths seeming to say-"Ws are ready!o It was scene 10 stir the bIood--and told us that so far from being ended the campaign was just beginning.
 Tort Drane IS neither moro nor less than General Clnchs sugar planaiion--a fine and extensive piece of rolling counhy-with the open wood on one hand, and an amazing hammock tone of the noblest Tn all Flordal upon the other We found the proprietor ho cool old Genera seated in bis tent, placid May morning. In the piazza of house hard by. was Gen. eral Scott---his handsome face displaying evident marks of care. He paid high compliment to the enemy whom be about to beat up u their retreats and who had, far, he observed, displayed geate