ᏍᎩᏃ ᎣᏍᏓ ᎠᏆᏅᏛ, ᎢᏳᏍᏘ ᎤᎾᎩᎵ ᎠᏂᏲᏍᎨ ᏃᎴ ᎠᏁᎩ ᎤᏂᏍᎦᏅᏨ ᏑᎾᎴ ᏥᏂᎦᎵᏍᏗ ᏣᎾᏂᎩᏍᎨ, ᎠᏌᎻᏓ ᎤᏍᎦᎢᏓ ᎤᏔᏁ ᎤᏍᏗ ᎪᏪᎵ ᏗᏆᏥᎶᏍᏔᏅ ᎠᏥᎶᏛ.
That, to the best of my remembrance, is why the mounted soldiers and their pedestrian prisoners left after daybreak, Smith navigating nervously by the little scrap of map I had drawn for him.