talked much to himself, and I heard him ask forgiveness of God, and
pardon for his sins. I noted this down for an explanation. On the
third day, he said to me,

"Henniker, I am very ill. I have a fever coming on, from the wound
you have given me. I do not say that I did not deserve it, for I did,
and I know that I have treated you ill, and that you must hate me,
but the question is, do you wish me to die?"

"No," replied I; "I want you to live, and answer all my questions,
and you shall do so."

"I will do so," replied he. "I have done wrong, and I will make
amends. Do you understand me? I mean to say, that I have been very
cruel to you, and now I will do all you wish, and answer every
question you may put to me, as well as I can."

"That is what I want," replied I.

"I know it is, but my wound is festering and must be washed and
dressed. The feathers make it worse. Will you do this for me?"

I thought a little, and recollected that he was still in my power,
as he could not obtain water. I replied, "Yes, I will."

"The cord hurts it, you must take it off."

I fetched the kid of water, and untied the cord, and took away the
feathers, which had matted together with the flow of blood, and then
I washed the wound carefully. Looking into the wound, my desire of