Adam Gaudylock was not returning with them; he had trader's business with the merchants in Main Street, hunter's business with certain cronies at the Indian Queen, able scout and man-of-information business in Governor Street, and business of his own upon the elm-shaded walk above the river.

Over level autumn fields and up and down the wooded hills, father and son and the slave travelled briskly toward the west.

As the twilight fell, they came up with three white wagons, Staunton bound, and convoyed by mountaineers.

That night they camped with these men in an expanse of scrub and sassafras, but left them at dawn and went on toward Albemarle.
A day of coloured woods, of infrequent clearings, and of streams to ford, ended in an evening of cool wind and rosy sky.

They descended a hill, halted, and built their fire in a grassy space beside a river.
Joab tethered the horses and made the fire, and fried the bacon and baked the hoecake.