Their camp was in a beautiful grove, on what would be called an undulating prairie.

There was some broken ground which facilitated the approach of the trappers.

The nine horses they had stolen were tethered in some rich grass, at a short distance from the encampment.
The Indians had erected two large huts, or wigwams, which, in their caution, they had constructed partially as forts into which they could retreat and protect themselves should they be attacked.
The large fires were burning hotly.

At these fires they had roasted two horses, and had feasted to satiety.

They were now dancing franticly around these fires, brandishing their weapons, shouting their rude songs of defiance and exultation, interspersed with occasional bursts of the shrill and piercing war-whoop.