They had an idea that I had more provisions in my wagon than I ought to have, but I told them that it was clothing that we used to sleep on.

I divided among them once or twice.

When we reached the Muddy we stopped two or three days for there was plenty of feed.

It was a narrow stream that seemed as if it must come from springs.

It was narrow between banks, but ran pretty deep, and a streak of fog marked its course in the morning.