This had decided me to go back to Mineral Point.

I stopped a week or two with a man named Webb, hunting with him, and sold game enough to bring me in some six or seven dollars, and then resumed my journey.
On my way I found a log house ten miles from a neighbor just before I got to the Picatonica River.

It belonged to a Mr.Shook who, with his wife and three children, lived on the edge of a small prairie, and had a good crop of corn.

He invited me to stay with him a few days, and as I was tired I accepted his offer and we went out together and brought in a deer.

We had plenty of corn bread, venison and coffee, and lived well.
After a few days he wanted to kill a steer and he led it to a proper place while I shot it in the head.