She held her own with Jim, but time and time again they were obliged to wait for her uncle.

Once he was far behind.

Wingenund halted for them at the height of a ridge where the forest was open.
"Ugh!" exclaimed the chieftain, as they finished the ascent.

He stretched a long arm toward the sun; his falcon eye gleamed.
Far in the west a great black and yellow cloud of smoke rolled heavenward.

It seemed to rise from out the forest, and to hang low over the trees; then it soared aloft and grew thinner until it lost its distinct line far in the clouds.