"Of course, we at once agreed to accompany Simon Yearsley--such was our friend's name--and follow his directions.  Quickly turning the waggon round, we got it down to the spot he had indicated, where the oxen were unyoked, and left to crop the grass by the side of a stream flowing from the hill above.  Then taking our rifles, with a supply of ammunition, and some food in our wallets, we again set off, Yearsley leading the way.