Besides the Warrior's family, there was that of another hunter named _Long-legs_, whose bad success in hunting had reduced him to the necessity of feeding on moose leather for three weeks when he was compassionately relieved by the Warrior.

I was an unwilling witness of the preparation of my dinner by the Indian women.

They cut into pieces a portion of fat meat, using for that purpose a knife and their teeth.

It was boiled in a kettle, and served in a platter made of birch bark, from which, being dirty, they had peeled the surface.
However, the flavour of good moose meat will survive any process that it undergoes in their hands, except smoking.
Having provided myself with some drawing materials, I amused the Indians with a sketch of the interior of the tent and its inhabitants.

An old woman, who was relating with great volubility an account of some quarrel with the traders at Cumberland House, broke off from her narration when she perceived my design; supposing, perhaps, that I was employing some charm against her; for the Indians have been taught a supernatural dread of particular pictures.