It was the best thing we could do; but our horses gave out, and we were obliged to leave them and proceed on foot.
"We were soon out of provisions, and having no means of killing game, our hearts began to fail us.

Turner was unwell, and on arriving at a branch of Crow river, about one hundred miles northwest of Fort Snelling, he found himself unable to swim.

I tried to carry him across on my back, but could not do it; he was drowned, and I barely succeeded in reaching the shore.

After resting, I proceeded on my journey.

When I came in sight of the Indian village, much as I needed food and rest, I dreaded to show myself, for fear of meeting Watson's fate.