Daylight essayed to walk with him, supporting him, but such was Daylight's own weakness that they fell together.
Dragging Elijah to the bank, a rude camp was made, and Daylight started out in search of squirrels.

It was at this time that he likewise developed the falling habit.

In the evening he found his first squirrel, but darkness came on without his getting a certain shot.
With primitive patience he waited till next day, and then, within the hour, the squirrel was his.
The major portion he fed to Elijah, reserving for himself the tougher parts and the bones.

But such is the chemistry of life, that this small creature, this trifle of meat that moved, by being eaten, transmuted to the meat of the men the same power to move.

No longer did the squirrel run up spruce trees, leap from branch to branch, or cling chattering to giddy perches.