 Nights were a constant source of worry for the lonely Ross, despite having several hundred Syilxs encamped near by performing sentry duties.One evening his watchdog alerted Ross to an intruder.In this perplexing dilemma I got my hand, with as little noise as possible, I got my hand, with my gun, and gradually drawing out the ramrod, tried, with my right arm streched out, to stir up the embers, so that I might see...