He and the guides not only promised to see this done but suggested that it would be more secure if placed in the cellar or in Mr.Wentzel's room.

The Dog-Ribs, they said, would respect anything that was in the house as knowing it to belong to the white people.

At the close of this conversation Akaitcho exclaimed with a smile, "I see now that you have really no goods left (the rooms and stores being completely stripped) and therefore I shall not trouble you any more but use my best endeavours to prepare provision for you, and I think if the animals are tolerably numerous we may get plenty before you can embark on the river." Whilst the Indians were packing up this morning one of the women absconded.

She belongs to the Dog-Rib tribe and had been taken by force from her relations by her present husband who treated her very harshly.
The fellow was in my room when his mother announced the departure of his wife and received the intelligence with great composure as well as the seasonable reproof of Akaitcho.

"You are rightly served," said the chief to him, "and will now have to carry all your things yourself instead of having a wife to drag them." One hunter remained after the departure of the other Indians.
On the 5th the Dog-Rib woman presented herself on a hill at some distance from the house, but was afraid to approach us until the interpreter went and told her that neither we nor the Indian who remained with us would prevent her from going where she pleased.