No, I went back direct to the camp of the natives, and remained among them until the moment came for my departure.

I think it was in the soft, still nights that I felt it most.

I wept till I was as weak as a baby.

Oh the torments of remorse I endured--the fierce resentment against an all-wise Providence! "Alone! alone! alone!" I would shriek in an agony of wretchedness; "Gone! gone! gone! Oh, come back to me, come back to me, I cannot live here now." And I soon realised that it was impossible for me to remain there any longer.

There was much weeping and lamentation among the native women, but I guessed it was not so much on account of the poor girls, as out of sympathy for the loss the great white chief had sustained.