When we parted so unexpectedly he had about half of the jerked wolf and mule combined.

I went north while he bore off in a northeasterly direction, and after traveling for three days came to the river at a point above where we lost our flat-boat.

He struggled on up the river without road or trail, and nothing to guide him except the little compass which he still carried in his pocket.
Two days more and his last bit of jerk was gone, starvation began to stare him in the face once more.

He saw signs of Indians having crossed his pathless course which gave him renewed courage.

Soon after starting out next morning he was delighted to see a pony in the distance grazing, and on coming up to it found one of its front legs broken.