The party turned to the southward, in order to avoid the chance of meeting Shawnees or Miamis, and soon had the luck to run into a small buffalo herd.

They killed only what they could carry, and then returned with it toward the island.

Henry continually watched the skies as they traveled, and he uttered an exclamation of relief when they landed.

The heavens all the while had been leaden and somber, and there was no wind stirring.
"See," he said, "the great snow comes!" The sullen skies opened, and big white flakes dropped down as they hurried with their fresh supplies to the cabin..