My position, as guide, was the advance guard.

About two o'clock General Carr overtook me and asked me how far I supposed it was to water.

I replied that I thought it was about eight miles, although we could see no sign of a stream ahead.
"Pepoon's scouts say you are traveling in the wrong direction," said the general.

"They say, the way you are bearing, it will be fifteen miles before we strike any branches of the Beaver, and that when you do you will find no water, for they are dry at this season of the year in this locality." "I think the scouts are mistaken, General," I said.

"The Beaver has more water near its head than it has below.