It came on to blow; old man Nidever had some bed-ticking.

I made her a dress, and gave her a man's shirt.

She was tickled to death.

If I was where she was she would hold up her dress and point that I made it." He was asked how she happened to be left, repeated Nidever's story, and added: "She found they were all gone, and commenced to hollo.

No answer, and hunted round and saw the tracks and found they went to lower part of the island.