A half dozen scraped away a large area of the thin snow and enabled the horses to find grass.

A fine spring two hundred yards away furnished a supply of water.
After the horses had eaten Obed, the Panther and Ned rode away in search of game, leaving Mr.Roylston in command at the cabin.
The snow was no longer falling, and that which lay on the ground was melting rapidly.
"I know this country," said the Panther, "an' we've got four chances for game.

It may be buffalo, it may be deer, it may be antelope, and it may be wild turkeys.

I think it most likely that we'll find buffalo.

We're so fur west of the main settlements that they're apt to hang 'roun' here in the winter in the creek bottoms, an' if it snows they'll take to the timber fur shelter." "And it has snowed," said Ned.
"Jest so, an' that bein' the case we'll search the timber.