Some want, in their turns, what the red men are willing to sell, and they come to make their friends rich, with powder and blankets." "Do traders cross the big river with empty hands ?" "Our hands are empty because your young men thought we were tired, and they have lightened us of our load.

They were mistaken; I am old, but I am still strong." "It cannot be.

Your load has fallen in the prairies.

Show my young men the place, that they may pick it up before the Pawnees find it." "The path to the spot is crooked, and it is night.

The hour is come for sleep," said the trapper, with perfect composure.