A south wind lifting up itself sang a small sweet song among the branches, and Henry uttered a low sigh of content, because he lived in the wilderness, and because he was there in the depths of the forest on an important errand.

Then he fell sound asleep, and did not awaken until Ross and the others were cooking breakfast.
A day or two later they reached the wonderful Big Bone Lick, and they approached it with the greatest caution, because they were afraid lest an errand similar to theirs might have drawn hostile red men to the great salt spring.

But as they curved about the desired goal they saw no Indian sign, and then they went through the marsh to the spring itself.
Henry opened his eyes in amazement.

All that the schoolmaster and Paul had told was true, and more.

Acres and acres of the marsh lands were fairly littered with bones, and from the mud beneath other and far greater bones had been pulled up and left lying on the ground.