I opened it and staggered in, falling about, and making a great noise.
But finally an old woman got up and gave me a blanket to lie down on.
There was quite a number of them lying about on the dirt floor, but not one could talk or understand a word of the English language.

I made signs so as to let them know that I wanted something to eat, but they had nothing, so I had to go without that night.

I laid down and pretended to be asleep, but I slept none that night, for I was afraid that they would kill me if I went to sleep.

About one hour before day, the next morning, three of the females got up and put into a tin kettle a lot of ashes with water, to boil, and then poured into it about one quart of corn.

After letting it stand a few moments, they poured it into a trough, and pounded it into thin hominy.