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As winter increased its bite, the cold grew more severe. Men relieving sentries found them frozen to death, while others reported to the hospitals with severe frostbite in fingers and toes. Some exhausted soldiers contemplated suicide to escape constant suffering.
“We’re heading over the St Charles again,” MacKim thundered, as he and Ramsay passed a group of civilians.
“When?” Ramsay asked.
“In three days,” MacKim said.
They walked on, with MacKim wondering if he was too obvious. He knew that others of Lindsay’s Rangers were spreading the same information, each man putting in more details for the spies to report so the French spy-masters could place the pieces together and come up with another ambush.
“I’ll buy some of that spruce beer,” MacKim said to the seller.
“Can you afford
