I had already lost some of my pride, and began to remember that, however I might repent my marriage, I had entered into it of my own will, and could not now free myself either from its ties or duties.

My husband seemed pleased with my change of manner towards him; he was not unkind, and I hoped that perhaps when we reached his own tribe, and I had a home to care for, my life might not yet be so hopelessly wretched as it appeared at first.
"The last part of our journey was made in waggons.

When we were within a few hours' distance of Moose Island the others went on, while Bailey, Christian, and I, remained at a small wayside tavern.

It was a wretched place, but they gave me a small room where I could be alone, and try to rest.

The one adjoining it was Bailey's, and late in the evening I heard him and Christian go into it together.