Another crowd of women was escorted by a single man throughout its entire flight.
Henry and his comrades distributed themselves in a circle about the group.

At times they helped gather whortleberries as food for the others, but they looked for Indians or game, intending to shoot in either case.

When Paul and Henry were together they once heard a light sound in a thicket, which at first they were afraid was made by an Indian scout, but it was a deer, and it bounded away too soon for either to get a shot.

They could not find other game of any kind, and they came back toward the camp-if a mere stop in the woods, without shelter of any kind, could be called a camp.
The sun was now setting, blood red.

It tinged the forest with a fiery mist, reminding the unhappy group of all that they had seen.