Over to the Indian camp.

There is an Indian lady very sick.

Inside on a wooden bunk lay a young Indian woman.

The young Indian pulled the boat way up the beach.

The young Indian shoved the camp boat off and got in to row Uncle George.

Ahead were the lights of the shanties where the Indian bark-peelers lived.

The young Indian stopped and blew out his lantern and they all walked on along the road.

The Indian who was rowing them was working very hard, but the other boat moved further ahead in the mist all the time.

They walked up from the beach through a meadow that was soaking wet with dew, following the young Indian who carried a lantern.