A SPRING OF SWEET WATER
At this moment Eben Jordan, taking Ellen and me by the hands, said, forcing us to run with him:—
"By following the stream to its head we shall surely come upon a spring."
And this we did, finding within two hundred yards a spring of the sweetest water I have ever taken into my mouth.
Ellen and I drank again and again, seemingly never to be satisfied, and it was only after I had shown myself very selfish that I remembered poor mother, who, most likely, was standing by that muddy stream waiting until the water had grown clear so she might drink.
Then Eben Jordan went back, and a few moments later returned, bringing with him all the women and children, and many of the men.
Having drunk our fill, Ellen and I went back to the wagon, where we ate heartily of corn bread, and then laid ourselves down to sleep, while the men and boys were bringing the teams into a circle to form a corral.