They gave him some corn-bread, bacon, and coffee which he thought was made of scorched bran.

But he said that he never ate a meal that he relished more than the one he took with them.

Just before he went they knelt down and prayed with him.

It seemed as if his very hair stood on his head, their prayer was so solemn.

As he was going away the man took some shingles and nailed them on his shoes to throw the bloodhounds off his track.