Clark's sagacity in keeping his soldiers keyed up psychically is very interesting. "My object now was," he says "to keep the men in spirits. I suffered them to shoot game on all occasions and feast on it like Indian war-dancers, each company by turns, inviting the others to their feast … myself and principal officers putting on the woodsmen, shouting now and then, and running as much through the mud and water as any of them. Thus insensibly, without a murmur, were those men led on …" A little later, after fording and swimming five miles of water near the confluence of the "two Little Wabashes," he says: "By evening we found ourselves encamped on a pretty height in high spirits, each party laughing at the other in consequence of something that had happened in the course of this ferrying business, as they called it. A little antic drummer afforded them great diversion by floating on his drum, etc. All this was greatly encouraging and they really began to think themselves superior to other men, and that neither the rivers nor the seasons could stop their progress. Their whole conversation now was concerning what they would do when they got about the enemy. They now began to view the main Wabash as a creek and made no doubt but such men as they were could find a way across it. They wound themselves up to such a pitch that they soon took St. Vincent, divided the spoil, and before bedtime were far advanced on their way to Detroit."