We slept at night in holes and crevices, and on one cold night we perched on top a slender pinnacle of rock that was almost like a tree.
And then, at last, one hot midday, dizzy with hunger, we gained the divide.

From this high backbone of earth, to the north, across the diminishing, down-falling ranges, we caught a glimpse of a far lake.

The sun shone upon it, and about it were open, level grass-lands, while to the eastward we saw the dark line of a wide-stretching forest.
We were two days in gaining the lake, and we were weak with hunger; but on its shore, sleeping snugly in a thicket, we found a part-grown calf.
It gave us much trouble, for we knew no other way to kill than with our hands.

When we had gorged our fill, we carried the remainder of the meat to the eastward forest and hid it in a tree.

We never returned to that tree, for the shore of the stream that drained Far Lake was packed thick with salmon that had come up from the sea to spawn.
Westward from the lake stretched the grass-lands, and here were multitudes of bison and wild cattle.