The night was stormy and there was a heavy fall of snow.

The next day he became still more dejected.

About eleven Hepburn, who had gone out for the wood, came in with the intelligence that a party appeared upon the river.

The room was instantly swept and, in compliance with the prejudices of the Indians, every scrap of skin was carefully removed out of sight, for these simple people imagine that burning deer-skin renders them unsuccessful in hunting.

The party proved to be Crooked-Foot, Thooeeyorre, and the Fop, with the wives of the two latter dragging provisions.