We offered to pay them, but they would take nothing from us, and we left leading our horses over the steep mountain, and reaching the house again late in the day.

They turned our horses loose and seemed disposed to be very friendly and disposed to do for us what they could.
We were very tired and sat down by the side of the house and rested, wondering how we would come out with our preparations.

They were talking together, but we could not understand a word.

A dark woman came out and gave each of us a piece of cooked squash.

It seemed to have been roasted in the ashes and was very sweet and good.