That day a small part of the company removed about three-quarters of a mile, intending further the next day. When they came to the place where they intended to lodge, and had pitched their wigwams, being hungry, I went again back to the place we were before at, to get something to eat, being encouraged by the squaw's kindness, who bade me come again. When I was there, there came an Indian to look after me, who when he had found me, kicked me all along. I went home and found venison roasting that night, but they would not give me one bit of it. Sometimes I met with favor, and sometimes with nothing but frowns.
That day, a small part of the group moved about three-quarters of a mile, planning to go farther the next day. They reached the place where they planned to stay and set up their wigwams. Because I was hungry, I went back to our previous camp to get something to eat. I was encouraged by the kindness of the Native woman who had invited me to come again. While I was there, a Native man came looking for me. When he found me, he kicked me all the way back. I returned to camp and found venison roasting that night, but they would not give me a single bite. Sometimes I was treated kindly, and sometimes I met with nothing but frowns.