"She went away into her room.

We could not find the fence any more.

Uncle, is it you?
Come!" So they came to the bedside and saw Mrs.Buford lying covered with all her own clothing and much of that of Mary Ellen and Aunt Lucy, but with no robe; for the buffalo robes had all gone with the wagon, as was right, though unavailing.

Under this covering, heaped up, though insufficient, lay Mrs.Buford, her face white and still and marble-cold.

They found her with the picture of her husband clasped upon her breast.
"She went away!" sobbed Mary Ellen, leaning her head upon Franklin's shoulder and still under the hallucination of the fright and strain and suffering.