Wherever was a camp of soldiers, there I loitered, asking the same question, day after day, month after month.

I asked of Indians--our Hudson guides, and the brigaded White Plains Indians.

None seemed to know--or if they did they made no answer.

And the soldiers did not know, and only laughed, taking me for some camp wanton----" Again she passed her slender hand slowly across her eyes, shaking her head.
"That I am not wholly bad amazes me at times....

I wonder if you know how hunger tampers with the will?
I mean more than mere hunger; I mean that dreadful craving never completely satisfied--so that the ceaseless famine gnaws and gnaws while the sick mind still sickens, brooding over what the body seems to need of meat and drink and warmth--day after day, night after night, endless and terrible." She flushed, but continued calmly: "I had nigh sold myself to some young officer--some gay and heedless boy--a dozen times that winter--for a bit of bread--and so I might lie warm....