As a New Year's greeting a shower of arrows from a new tribe, the Pipis, fell amongst them.

The trappers killed six of them at one volley, and the rest ran away, leaving twenty-three beautiful longbows behind.

The only clothing the dead men had on was snail-shells fastened to the ends of their long locks of hair.

The trappers now began to seek more anxiously for the mythical settlements.

"A great many times each day," says Pattie, "we bring our crafts to the shore and go out to see if we cannot discover the tracks of horses and cattle." On the 18th they thought some inundated river entering was the cause of a slackening of the current, and finally they began to rig oars, thinking they would now be obliged to work to get on down-stream, but presently, to their surprise, the current doubled its rate and they were going along at six miles an hour.