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came with an elderly Indian to look at my arm. "Wachiga 

 moved it, while the other looked steadfastly in my face : 

 the pain was enough to drive me mad, but I would not 

 utter a sound. Next the old Indian took hold of my 

 arm, laying his left hand' on my shoulder, and while 

 Wachiga suddenly seized me round the body from behind, 

 the other pulled with all his. force. The pain at first was 

 so great that I almost fainted ; but it gradually dimi- 

 nished; in spite of my resolve to show no signs of.it, I 

 could not suppress a shriek. Conwell soon after asked 

 if I could ride. On my answering u Yes," he helped me 

 a horse ; then throwing the bear's skin and some of 



e meat on his own, we moved slowly homewards. My 

 sufferings on* the way were very great, but I uttered no 

 murmur. I only longed for repose. At nightfall we had 

 still four miles to go. He asked me if I could support 

 the pain and fatigue, or if we should camp where we 

 were, as there was plenty of wood and water. I would 

 rather have ridden forty miles, let alone four, with the 

 hope of rest at the end of them. We arrived in about an 

 hour. I w r as so stiff that I could hardly get off the horse. 

 On entering the room I threw myself on a bed, and had 

 a violent fever during the night, and talked wildly for- 

 tunately in German. Towards morning I began to feel 

 better, had a quiet sleep, and woke up about noon much 

 refreshed. Meantime, old Conwell had related all that 

 had occurred, and they attended me like a son. It took 

 t^wo more days before I could move out of bed and was 

 able to stand. 



I was hardly so far recovered as to be able to crawl 

 about, when Conwell proposed another hunt, and although 



