The tears of joy rolled down my cheeks, and it was impossible for me to restrain them.

When my life had been threatened by the Indians I had not felt half so miserable as when I lay in the dug-out thinking I was destined to die a slow death by starvation and cold.

The Indians would have made short work of it, and would have given me little or no time to think of my fate.
I questioned Harrington as to his trip, and learned all the details.

He had passed through hardships which but few men could have endured.

Noble fellow, that he was.