And besides I wanted to know very, very much if
the flour was there.
Just near dusk, Mr. Wallace was so much behind I thought I would
tell him to follow my trail and he could come along behind, and I
would try and get to the flour before dark. I stayed and waited
till he came near.
He asked me, "How far yet to the flour?"
"About 2 miles," I said.
"Well I think you had better go along and not wait for me any more.
I will try and follow your trail. You go lots faster than I do.
Go on while it is yet light, and see if you can find the flour;
because if you cannot get there to-night may be you will not be
able to go any farther should we live to see morning."
I said, "Yes, that is just what I was going to tell you, the reason
why I waited here for you."
I started off. I went about 40 yards. Came across a partridge. I
got my pistol and fired and killed him. Oh, how glad I was! Mr.
Wallace came to me. He was more than glad, and just ate part of
him raw, which freshened us up a great deal.
