I saw uneasiness in the faces of the other women, and by mutual consent we got up and slowly took our departure.

I barely had strength to climb up the steep side of the hollow.

I was thankful to escape from its horrors.
Scarce three months after that some of the same band of Indians fired into the garrison and fled to the mountains.

I remarked to Jack, that I thought we were very imprudent to go to see that dance, and he said he supposed we were.

But I had never regarded life in such a light way as he seemed to.
Women usually like to talk over their trials and their wonderful adventures, and that is why I am writing this, I suppose.