On the seventh night we saw the Ohio rolling in the hollow, and Jim says to me it was about time to get quit of the redskins.

It was a wet night with a wind, which suited his plan, and about one in the morning, when Indians sleep soundest, I was woke by Jim's hand pressing my wrist.

Wal, I've trailed a bit in my day, but I never did such mighty careful hunting as that night.

An inch at a time we crawled out of the circle--we was lying well back on purpose--and got into the canes.

I lay there while Jim went back and fetched guns and powder.