Unperceived by them, the brother, who was but six years of age, helped his little sister over the fence into a field overrun with bushes of the blackberry and wild raspberry.
They concealed themselves among these for awhile, and then, finding all quiet, they attempted to force their way to the side of the field farthest from the house.

Unfortunately, the little girl in her play in the garden had pulled off her shoes and stockings, and the briers tearing and wounding her tender feet, she with difficulty could refrain from crying out.

Her brother took off his stockings and put them on her feet.

He attempted, too, to protect them with his shoes, but they were too large, and kept slipping off, so that she could not wear them.

For a time, they persevered in making what they considered their escape from certain death, for, as I have said, the children had been taught, by the tales they had heard, to regard all strange Indians as ministers of torture, and of horrors worse than death.