By grazing and browsing, the horses, as they moved slowly along at a foot-pace, kept in comfortable flesh.

This rye-field presented the most admirable pasturage for the horses.

Crockett and his comrades dismounted, and turned the animals loose.

There was no danger of their straying far in so fat a field.
Crockett and another man, Vanzant by name, leaving the horses to feed, pushed across the plain to the forest, in search of some food for themselves They wandered for some time, and found nothing.

At length, Crockett espied a squirrel on the limb of a tall tree.