Being persuaded of the peaceful intentions of Mr.Hunt and his companions, they willingly conducted them to their camp.

It was pitched in a narrow valley on the margin of a stream.

The tents were of dressed skins, some of them fantastically painted; with horses grazing about them.

The approach of the party caused a transient alarm in the camp, for these poor Indians were ever on the look-out for cruel foes.

No sooner, however, did they recognize the garb and complexion of their visitors, than their apprehensions were changed into Joy; for some of them had dealt with white men, and knew them to be friendly, and to abound with articles of singular value.