McKenzie, Charles. The Mississouri Indians, 1809. An electronic transcription. MFTP #0009

we continued our Journey – but not a drop of water was to be found any where on our route and our distress became insupportable[.] La France lost his patience and swore so much that he could swear no more[.] He gave the country ten thousand times to the Devil – and wished himself any where else[.] [A]t length he eyes became dim, and we beleived that he was drawing near a serious crisis[.] [A]ll at once our horses became so unruly that we could not manage them[.] We observed that they showed an inclination towards a Hill which was close by[.] It struck me that they might have scented water from that direction – and I immediately assended to the top of the hill when to my great joy I discovered a small pool of water at a small distance frome me[.] Forgetting the distress of my fellow Traveller, through the excess of my own I flew to the heavenly liquid and swallowed several droughts[.] When my horse plunged into it and began to roll himself before I could muster time to prevent him[.] I then returned to the edge

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