I then knew that I had been travelling away from freedom, and towards the place of my captivity ever since I left the woods into which I had been pursued on the 21st, five days before.

Oh, the keen and bitter agony of that moment! I sat down on the decaying trunk of a fallen tree, and wept like a child.

Exhausted in mind and body, nature came at last to my relief, and I fell asleep upon the log.

When I awoke it was still dark.

I rose and nerved myself for another effort for freedom.