About noon
Those that wail most feel the least ; they throw their griefs to the winds ; but the Indian is too proud to be pitied , and hides the grief in his heart , singing his war-song to cover its workings . '' `` You make heroes of your people , chief , '' said Sidney , touched by the deep tone of feeling with which these words were uttered . `` We are warriors and braves , '' returned the chief . About noon the waving tops of trees became visible , strangely intermixed with bold outlines which they found on a nearer approach to be rocks . This time the trees proved to be real ; and as they approached , the forest grew more clearly defined , and towards night to their inexpressible joy , they came to patches on which were found sparse and stunted vegetation . Halting , they used their last water for themselves and horses , consumed their last provisions , and lay down to rest , until daylight should enable them to explore the place around them . Alas !