We had to be real Indians in custom and actions in order to be considered their equals.

We got our food in the same way they did, and so they had nothing to ask us for.

They considered themselves the real kings of the forest.
We now determined to move camp, which proved quite a job as we had to pack everything on our backs; which we did for ten or fifteen miles to the bank of a small stream where there were three pine trees, the only ones to be found in many miles.

We made us a canoe of one of them.

While we were making the canoe three Indians came along, and after they had eaten some of our good venison, they left us.