In some places it would be pretty good Travelling, and but few Bushes and Thorns, and in others a great many.

So that our Shoulders and Arms were all of a Gore, being grievously torn and scratched.

For we had nothing on us but a clout about our Middles, and our Victuals on our Shoulders, and in our hands a Tallipat and an Ax.
[Some account of this River.] The lower we came down this River, the less Water, so that sometimes we could go a Mile or two upon the Sand, and in some places three or four Rivers would all meet together.

When it happened so, and was Noon, the Sun over our head, and the Water not running, we could not tell which to follow, but were forced to stay till the Sun was fallen, thereby to judge of our course.

We often met with Bears, Hogs, Deer, and wild Buffaloes, but all ran so soon as they saw us.