And at every settlement our peaceful attempts to buy food were vain.

They denied us harshly, and wanted to know who of us had sold them food when we drove them from Missouri.

It was useless on our part to tell them we were from Arkansas.

From Arkansas we truly were, but they insisted on our being Missourians.
At Beaver, five days' journey south from Fillmore, we saw Lee again.

And again we saw hard-ridden horses tethered before the houses.