Out on Wabash last winter--snow deep--two days in de snow--paddlin' on de ribber--hab 'em hid 'long de shore--sometime lose 'em." "How did you get them in these different places?
Carry them there yourself ?" "Made 'em--knowed want use 'em--made 'em and hid 'em." The young soldier was about to speak, when the Huron motioned for him to maintain his peace.

The conversation had been carried on in so low tones that a third party, a rod distant, could not have overheard their words.

Before the Indian spoke, he had glanced around to satisfy himself that it was impossible for a human being to be concealed within that area.
Now, however, he was about to change his position, and the strictest silence was necessary.
The two passed down through the woods, and were just emerging again upon the bank, when the Huron, who was in front, suddenly started back, so quickly and lightly that the Lieutenant did not understand his movement till he saw their relative change of position.
"What is the matter ?" he asked, in a whisper.
"'Sh! Shawnees dere." "Where?
on the rock ?" The Huron pointed across the river.
"Dere! on dat shore--may be come over." The soldier, was much puzzled to know how his companion had made such a sudden discovery, when they were so far away.

As there could be no danger of their words being overheard, he made the inquiry.
"See'd water splash," replied Oonomoo.

"Got canoe." "Not yours ?" "No--deir own--come ober here, putty soon." His words were true.