the breeches were blue. The very long gaiters, the waist
and cross belts, the neckerchief and hat piping were
white. Wearing this distinctively plain uniform, and led
by their buglers and drummers in scarlet and gold, like
state trumpeters, the Royal Americans could not, even at
a distance, be mistaken for any other regiment.

On June 6 Saunders and Wolfe sailed for Quebec with a
hundred and forty-one ships. Wolfe's work in getting his
army safely off being over, he sat down alone in his
cabin to make his will. His first thought was for Katherine
Lowther, his _fiancee_, who was to have her own miniature
portrait, which he carried with him, set in jewels and
given back to her. Warde, Howe, and Carleton were each
remembered. He left all the residue of his estate to 'my
good mother,' his father having just died. More than a
third of the whole will was taken up with providing for
his servants. No wonder he was called 'the soldier's
friend.'

There was a thrilling scene at Louisbourg as regiment
after regiment marched down to the shore, with drums
beating, bugles sounding, and colours flying. Each night,
after drinking the king's health, they had drunk another
toast--'British colours on every French fort, port, and
garrison in North America.' Now here they were, the pick
of the Army and Navy, off with Wolfe to raise those
colours over Quebec, the most important military point
on the whole continent. On they sailed, all together,
till they reached the Saguenay, a hundred and twenty