Publisher's Synopsis
"What do you think, chief?" The speaker, who was leading by a half a length, turned in his saddle and looked at his companion. "Push on," growled the chief, who was a man of few words. "If you were not so intolerably conceited about the value of your words-hang it, man, you are not the Poet Laureate!-you might give your reasons why we should not camp where we are. The sun will be down in two hours; the way is long, the wind is cold, or will be soon. This pilgrim has tightened his belt to stave off the gnawing at his stomach; here is running water, here is wood, here is everything calculated to charm the poetic mind even of Captain Ladds--"
