 He described the city this way. The town lay as in a dream under some deadening spell of loneliness from which I almost feared to wake it. No one called out to me from any open window, or dogs sprang forward to bark an alarm. I could have supposed the people hidden in the houses, but the doors were unfastened. And when at last I timidly entered them, I found dead ashes white upon the hearths. Thomas L. Kane. Kane then crossed the Mississippi to the west