There were many breaks to mend, but Samson's ingenuity was always equal to the task.
One day, near nightfall, they were overtaken by a tall, handsome Yankee lad riding a pony.

His pony stopped beside the wagon and looked toward the travelers as if appealing for help.

The boy was pointing toward the horizon and muttering.

Sarah saw at once that his mind was wandering in the delirium of fever.

She got out of the wagon and took his hand.