CHAPTER XIV.
HIS DIFFIDENCE BRINGS ABOUT AN ACCIDENT.
That was a long day for me.

I could not eat the dog-bone which my Pocahontas handed me, having drawn it from the kettle with her own sweet fingers.

We traveled all day; having lost their stolen horses as well as their own ponies, the savages had to foot it back to their tribe.

I could see that they got as far away from the railroad and from traces of white men as possible.
It began to grow dark, and we were still plodding along.

I was foot-sore, discouraged, and woe-begone.