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Indiana Territory August 1807

THE DAY HAD BEEN UNCOMFORTABLY warm. The

air so still and oppressive that the simple act of breathing took a supreme effort. Lying on the cot, in the comparatively cool shadows of a one room cabin, the heat still seemed to sap Henri’s bodily fluids. His skin felt hot and dry as parchment, and blisters caused his lips to blister and crack. Water. He needed water. From his position against the north wall, he had only to shift his gaze to see the bucket resting on the rough plank table. A bucket filled with water that his daughter had brought from the creek that very morning.