Only a boy--only a boy, but, holy Mother, that was different! I will tell her how you never gave up; how you went on the hunt after Grey Diver, the Iroquois.

Through the woods, silent--silent for days and days, Indians all round us.

Death in the brush, death in the tree-top, death from the river-bank.

I said to you, Give up; but you kept on.

Then there were days when there was no sleep--no rest--we were like ghosts.