In one place they saw a fragment of a child's shoe that had been dropped off and abandoned.

Paul picked up the worn piece of leather and examined it.
"I think it was worn by a girl," he said, "and, judging from its size, she could not have been more than eight years old.

Think of a child like that being made to walk five or six hundred miles through these woods!" "Younger ones still have had to do it," said Shif'less Sol gravely, "an' them that couldn't-well, the tomahawk." The trail was leading them toward the Seneca country, and they had no doubt that the Indians were Senecas, who had been more numerous than any others of the Six Nations at the Wyoming battle.

They came that afternoon to a camp fire beside which the warriors and captives had slept the night before.
"They ate bar meat an' wild turkey," said Long Jim, looking at some bones on the ground.
"An' here," said Tom Ross, "on this pile uv bushes is whar the women an' children slept, an' on the other side uv the fire is whar the warriors lay anywhars.

You can still see how the bodies uv some uv 'cm crushed down the grass an' little bushes." "An' I'm thinkin'," said Shif'less Sol, as he looked at the trail that led away from the camp fire, "that some o' them little ones wuz gittin' pow'ful tired.