But Jeremy Hopkins, a great bandage about the stump of his left wrist, said we were the stuff white men were made out of--men like Daniel Boone, like Kit Carson, and Davy Crockett.

I was prouder of that than all the rest.
The remainder of the day I seem to have been bothered principally with the pain of my right eye caused by the sand that had been kicked into it by the bullet.

The eye was bloodshot, mother said; and to me it seemed to hurt just as much whether I kept it open or closed.

I tried both ways.
Things were quieter in the rifle pit, because all had had water, though strong upon us was the problem of how the next water was to be procured.
Coupled with this was the known fact that our ammunition was almost exhausted.

A thorough overhauling of the wagons by father had resulted in finding five pounds of powder.