rd, is the same with me.
I shall rest in peace. However, I must not destroy the thread of
my narrative. I must continue, to the end that my story live when
I am no more.

The next day two Indians came to us, but they could not talk
English, and we could not speak their tongue, so we had no
conversation. I am certain from the actions of the two Indians
that the old chief had kept his word with us and notified his
tribe to let us go in safety.

On reaching the Pawnee Fork, a tributary of the Arkansas, we
found Capt. Bullard's train of thirty wagons. They lay by all day
searching for eight mules that had been stampeded by the Indians,
although picketed and closely guarded. The company could not find
a trace of them.

The men were a rough, boisterous set, and, while our animals were
weary, I concluded that it was best to go further before camping.
It was raining, but that made traveling better, for the country
was sandy.

We camped that night at Ash Creek. We now felt that we were over
the worst of our dangers, but we still had enough of trials
before us to keep the expedition from becoming a pleasure trip.

Next morning our riding animals were unable to travel. They
refused to go on. I went to God in prayer and laid our case
before Him, and asked that He open up the path for our deliverance.
That night I dreamed that I was exceedingly hungry and had little
to eat, when several ears of large, solid corn were handed me by
an angel, who said:

"This will meet your needs until you are where there is plenty."

The ears of corn were of different colors; one ear was jet black,
but perfectly sound; one was red, and one was yellow. I was much
pleased with the corn and felt there was not much danger of
suffering now. The next morning our animals still looked bad;
only two of our riding animals could raise a trot. Lieut. Gully
said that unless God soon sent us some fresh animals we would
have to give up.

"We will not give up," said I. "God has protected us thus far and
we will trust in Him - in the eleventh hour of our trouble He
will aid us. We will find help to-day."

"I hope so," said he. "Have you been dreaming again?"

Thereupon I related my dream about the corn, and said that I
thought the ears of corn meant mules.

After prayer (we always kneeled in prayer, night and morning) we
started on our way. The mules could hardly travel.

We had gone about six miles when we saw fresh tracks made by shod
animals, tha