Native American Analysis

We set out early after brackfast when the sun was already highest in the clear, fresh, windy morning. The Country from the river on each Side is open wavering plains, some pine can be seen in every direction of the hills. At about 4 P. M, Meriwether and William and the rest of our group left through the butifull bottom, passing an Indian Fort on a small island from the Lard Shore. While traveling, Shields killed a buffalow which caused William and the rest of the group to halt sooner than expected. While we rested, George attempted to mount his horse after shooting a deer and fell on a snag and sent it nearly two inches into the muskeler part of his thy. After the injury, George informed William that the snag was 1 inch in diameter burnt …show more content…
They studied us with much curiosity. Henry and I became skittish as more came about. In no time, slather of Indians encompassed us. We refrained from readying our weapons out of fear that the Indians may attack defensively, however when one of the males kicked George’s leg, we had no choice. From now, it seemed as if hours had passed since William left to find timber, and the sun was already setting in the horizon. Yet Henry and I stud our ground, holding our gaze to the Indians. Night had already fallen, and the last glimmer of the sun had already disappeared, the cool breeze turned into a frigid stillness. Through the dark quietude, a thin woman made her way through the group and approached us. She had a empathetic gaze as she looked down at George’s severe leg injury, and she moved swiftly as she hovered her hand over his leg. Defaient, I pushed her hand away with the tip of my rifel. She swept her hand away, and presented this leef like object to us, she gestured back and forth to the object and George’s leg. Bewildered, Henry and I just stared blankly as she desperately gestured back and forth. On spur of moment, Henry reached and lowered my weapon as he did his