Dick found, to his great satisfaction, that the stopper was fast and the powder perfectly dry.
Moreover, he had by good fortune filled it full two days before from the package that contained the general stock of ammunition, so that there were only two or three charges out of it.

His percussion caps, however, were completely destroyed; and even though they had not been, it would have mattered little, for he did not possess more than half-a-dozen.

But this was not so great a misfortune as at first it might seem, for he had the spare flint locks and the little screw-driver necessary for fixing and unfixing them stowed away in his shot pouch.
To examine his supply of bullets was his next care, and slowly he counted them out, one by one, to the number of thirty.

This was a pretty fair supply, and with careful economy would last him many days.
Having relieved his mind on these all-important points, he carefully examined every pouch and corner of his dress to ascertain the exact amount and value of his wealth.
Besides the leather leggings, moccasins, deerskin hunting-shirt, cap, and belt which composed his costume, he had a short heavy hunting-knife, a piece of tinder, a little tin pannikin, which he had been in the habit of carrying at his belt, and a large cake of maple sugar.

This last is a species of sugar which is procured by the Indians from the maple-tree.