They kept their canoes side by side, passing away the time in conversation.
The women who were paddling felt no fatigue.

They knew that at night they were to have a feast.

Already the fires of the maddening drink had made the blood in their dull veins course quickly.

They anticipated the excitement that would make them forget they had ever been cold or hungry; and bring to them bright dreams of that world where sorrow is unknown.
"We must be far on our journey to-night," said the Rattler; "the long knives are ever on the watch for Dahcotahs with whiskey." "The laws of the white people are very just," said an old man of the party; "they let their people live near us and sell us whiskey, they take our furs from us, and get much money.

_They_ have the right to bring their liquor near us, and sell it, but if _we_ buy it we are punished.