On their way they came to an abandoned Indian camp occupied by one poor old blind red man.

He would hold his mouth open like a young bird begging for something to eat.

One man dropped kernels of parched corn into his mouth, but instead of eating them he quickly spit them out; it seemed that he had been left to die and could not or would not.

His hair was white as snow.

His skin looked about the color of a smoked ham, and so crippled was he that he crawled about like a beast, on all fours.