ABSTRACT
Butnow,thenextmorning,Imusttummybackuponthetown,andtravelwiththem intothevastanddesolatewilderness,Iknewnotwhither.Itisnotmytongue,orpen canexpressthesorrowsofmyheart,andbitternessofmyspirit,thatIhadatthis departure:butGodwaswithme,inawonderfulmanner,carryingmealongand bearingupmyspiritthatitdidnotquitefail.OneoftheIndianscarriedmypoor woundedbabeuponahorse;itwentmoaningallalong,'Ishalldie,Ishalldie.'Iwent onfootafterit,withsorrowthatcannotbeexpressed.AtlengthItookitoffthehorse, andcarrieditinmyarmstillmystrengthfailed,andIfelldownwithit.Thentheyset meuponahorse,withmywoundedchildinmylap,andtherebeingnofurniture105 uponthehorseback,asweweregoingdownasteephill,webothfelloverthehorse's head,atwhichtheylikeinhumancreatureslaughedandrejoicedtoseeit....
