I took courage and started onward once more, taking the dogs with me.

The bell on the neck of the old dog, I feared might betray me, and, unable to get it off her neck, I twisted some of the long moss of the trees around it, so as to prevent its ringing.

At night I halted once more with the dogs by my side.

Harassed with fear, and tormented with hunger, I laid down and tried to sleep.

But the dogs were uneasy, and would start up and bark at the cries or the footsteps of wild animals, and I was obliged, to use my utmost exertions to keep them quiet, fearing that their barking would draw my pursuers upon me.