He was an eagle-faced savage, with the most grave and searching eyes.
"Sleep, brother," he said.

"At dawn we will take further counsel." I forced some kind of lightness into my voice, "Sleep will be grateful," I said, "for I have come many miles this day, and the welcome I have got this evening has been too warm for a weary man." The Indian nodded.

The jest was after his own taste.
I was carried to a teepee and shown a couch of dry fern.

A young man rubbed some oil on my scorched legs, which relieved the pain of them.
But no pain on earth could have kept me awake.

I did not glide but pitched headforemost into sleep..