A party of the Indians had just returned from a hunting expedition laden with game.

Warriors and women were scattered around in small groups, discussing the events of the day and preparing for a great feast.

Young Indian girls, of graceful form, looked very attractive in their picturesque attire of fringed buskined leggins and glittering beads.
Kit Carson at once recognized these Indians as his friends, the Flatheads.
They knew him and gave him and his comrades a cordial greeting.

O, the blessings of peace! How many are the woes of this world which are caused by man's inhumanity to man.

The trappers were led by their Indian friends, with smiling faces and kind words, into their lodges, and shared with them in a thanksgiving feast.
Mr.Carson was endowed with unusual facility in the acquisition of languages.