He kept working on the flint arrowheads over the fire jar.
Three of them failed, the stone was shattered into pieces by his blows. Two succeeded; they were very sharp, able both to penetrate and cut.
Then he lay down to sleep.
His morality was torturing him.
He had to plunge into the wilderness once more.
Perhaps he would have no assistants; he would have to walk alone, facing many difficult and helpless moments.
If attacked by leopards, bears, tigers, or wolves, he didn't know how he would cope.
Carrying smoked meat and frequently cooking stew made it easy to attract these beasts.
The cold weather was also a big problem.
While in Mound Village, he wasn't afraid of the cold at all. At that time, he often jumped into icy water to train his resistance and frequently lay motionless in the snow for a whole day.
Did he need to be as desperate and hardworking as before?
The answer was yes.
His moral compass always pushed him to do better.
