It was a sumptuous feast that they had, and they seemed to relish it as if it was the best lay-out they had had for many a long day.

They took all my sugar and coffee, and left me only some meat and a small quantity of flour, a little salt and some baking powder.

They also robbed me of such cooking utensils as they wished; then bidding me good-bye, early in the morning, they mounted their ponies and rode off to the south, evidently bent on some murdering and thieving expedition.
I was glad enough to see them leave, as my life had undoubtedly hung by a thread during their presence.

I am confident that had it not been for my youth and the timely recognition and interference of old Rain-in-the-Face they would have killed me without any hesitation or ceremony.
The second day after they had gone it began snowing, and for three long and weary days the snow continued to fall thick and fast.

It blocked the door-way and covered the dug-out to the depth of several feet, so that I became a snowbound prisoner.