What substance is there in a piece of dry Indian bread; what nourishment is there in it to warm the nerves of one already chilled to the heart?
Will this afford a sufficient sustenance after the toil of the night?
But while these thoughts were agitating my mind, the day dawned upon me, in the midst of an open extent of country, where the only shelter I could find, without risking my travel by daylight, was a corn shock, but a few hundred yards from the road, and here I must pass my first day out.

The day was an unhappy one; my hiding-place was extremely precarious.

I had to sit in a squatting position the whole day, without the least chance to rest.

But, besides this, my scanty pittance did not afford me that nourishment which my hard night's travel needed.

Night came again to my relief, and I sallied forth to pursue my journey.