He now signified to Mr.Stuart that he was going to trade with the Snakes who reside on the west base of the mountains, below Henry's Fort.

Here they cultivate a delicate kind of tobacco, much esteemed and sought after by the mountain tribes.
There was something sinister, however, in the look of this Indian, that inspired distrust.

By degrees, the number of his people increased, until, by midnight, there were twenty-one of them about the camp, who began to be impudent and troublesome.

The greatest uneasiness was now felt for the safety of the horses and effects, and every one kept vigilant watch throughout the night.
The morning dawned, however, without any unpleasant occurrence, and Mr.Stuart, having purchased all the buffalo meat that the Crows had to spare, prepared to depart.

His Indian acquaintances, however, were disposed for further dealings; and above all, anxious for a supply of gunpowder, for which they offered horses in exchange.