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dry and parched that I could not speak. It 

 was one of the Stanlield boys and a man 

 named Reece. They had no water but gave 

 me some dried apples to chew, to create a 

 flow of saHva to moisten my mouth, but it did 

 no good. Stanfield then took me on the horse 

 behind him and hurried ofl" with me to a spring 

 about ten miles away. It took us over an hour 

 to get there, and I was very careful not to 

 drink too much at once, but took about a pint 

 and after waiting a few minutes, another, con- 

 tinuing in this manner until I knew there was 

 no danger. It took a prodigious quantity to 

 satisfy me, and it was two or three days before 

 I got over my thirst. The horse that broke 

 away from me died for want of water. 



Many a man has gone out on the plains as 

 1 did, and died from thirst and hunger, or 

 cold, and it is no uncommon thing to find their 

 bones strewn over the ground where they 

 have so perished. I have found many myself 

 whose death doubtless came about in this way. 

 I found one skeleton, the owner of which, had 

 certainly frozen, as he had burned his wao^on 



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