The northwesterly direction that they were following confirmed him in this belief.
All the day passed on the march but shortly after the night came on and they had eaten a little more of the jerked meat, they lay down in a thicket, and Henry, unmindful of his captivity, fell in a few minutes into a sleep that was deep, sweet and dreamless.

He did not know then that before he was asleep long the chief took a robe of tanned deerskin and threw it over him, shielding his body from the chill autumn night.
In the morning shortly before he awoke the chief took away the robe.
That day they came to a mighty river and Henry knew that the yellow stream was that of the Mississippi.

The Indians dragged from the sheltering undergrowth two canoes, in which the whole party paddled up stream until nightfall, when they hid the canoes again in the foliage on the western shore, and then encamped on the crest.

They seemed to feel that they were out of danger now as they built a fine fire and the captive basked in its warmth.
Henry had not made the slightest effort to escape, nor had he indicated any wish to do so, finding his reward in the increased freedom which the warriors gave to him.

He had never been bound and now he could walk as he chose in a limited area about the camp.