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built some cabins here and sheds for the stock ; but no stock, no Indians were in sight. At last, sick from the loss of blood, I found a camp up on a hill side, and there dismounted. The Indians were silent and sullen. A woman came at last to bring me water, and then saw my wound. That moved their pity. I told them the white men had done it, and that made them more than half my friends again.