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noise became annoying, I stole away quietly to seek a 

 berth for the night. 



When I came again to the ferry on the following 

 morning, the encampment was broken up, and the 

 Indians had embarked on board a steamer, which was 

 to carry them further west. I crossed by the ferry, 

 and had now no longer any cause to be anxious about 

 spending too much money, having paid away my last 

 twelve cents. Rarely has a traveller entered a strange 

 town with so light a purse. My situation in such a 

 place was not at all enviable. The soles of my boots 

 had disappeared, and then the feet of my stockings, so 

 that latterly I had gone barefoot on the frozen ground. 

 Yet my self-confidence and courage did not fail me. 

 My first object was to find a house where I could pass 

 the night, my second to get my boots repaired : I found 

 board and lodging at a German wheelwright's, named 

 Spranger, for three dollars a week, and although with 

 all my searching I could not find three cents in my 

 pockets, I agreed to the bargain, giving my gun in 

 pawn ; then taking my hunting-knife I hastened to a 

 shoemaker's, who asked two and a half dollars to re-sole 

 my boots, and accepted my knife as a pledge, lending 

 me a pair of shoes to wear till the boots should be 

 finished. When this was all arranged, I looked about 

 for work, and took many a walk in vain. 



On the second day, having nothing else to do, I 

 went with Spranger to Yon' Seckendorf's farm to saw 

 down some trees that S. required for his business. In 

 Little Rock many had referred me to a Mr. Fisher, who 

 was well known among the Germans, and who at all 

 events would give me w^ork. He had just finished a 



