At day-light we shook off the snow, which was heaped upon us, and endeavoured to kindle a fire; but the violence of the storm defeated all our attempts.

At length two Indians arrived, with whose assistance we succeeded, and they took possession of it, to show their sense of our obligations to them.
We were ashamed of the scene before us; the entrails of the moose and its young, which had been buried at our feet, bore testimony to the nocturnal revel of the wolves, during the time we had slept.

This was a fresh subject of derision for the Indians, whose appetites, however, would not suffer them to waste long upon us a time so precious.

They soon finished what the wolves had begun, and with as little aid from the art of cookery, eating both the young moose, and the contents of the paunch, raw.
I had scarcely secured myself by a lodge of branches from the snow, and placed the moose in a position for my sketch, when we were stormed by a troop of women and children, with their sledges and dogs.

We obtained another short respite from the Indians, but our blows could not drive, nor their caresses entice, the hungry dogs from the tempting feast before them.
I had not finished my sketch, before the impatient crowd tore the moose to pieces, and loaded their sledges with meat.