As I was famishing, for my anxiety had not taken away my appetite, I thought it as well to let them understand that I wanted something to eat.  Espying some berries growing on bushes near at hand, I pointed to them; and the man who held me letting me go, I sprang forward and ravenously devoured a number.  They quenched my thirst, though they did not much tend to appease my hunger.  One of the Indians, suspecting that this was the case, produced some dried buffalo meat from his pouch, and offered it to me.