"I went on and on till I had passed it, looking out for our friends; but not a glimpse of them could I see.  At last, as I was getting pretty tired, I thought to meself that I would climb up into a tree to get some rest, and hide away in case the inimy should be looking for me. Scarcely had I stowed meself away among the branches when I heard voices.  I dared not look out, but I guessed they were those of the Indians, who had by some means or other missed me tracks, and having gone down the bank before me, were now returning.  They passed by without seeing me, which shows that they are not always so sharp-sighted as is supposed.  I stayed up in the tree all night; but next morning, being very hungry, I came down to make me breakfast off the berries I had seen growing about.  There was no lack of them, and I was lucky enough to knock down two young squirrels with a stick I had picked up.