Here they were glad to halt for the night, and they dismounted, and staked their animals upon the tempting sward.
All three were weary, and could have slept; but they were hungry as well, and must first eat--so they set about preparing supper.

The willows were green, and would not burn very well; but by dint of perseverance they managed to make a fire.

Francois' grouse were plunged into the kettle.

These, seasoned with wild onions, nasturtium, and prairie-turnips--which Lucien had gathered along the route,--made a dish that was far from unpalatable.

The stock of bear-meat was not touched-- with the exception of a small piece, which, with the heads and other refuse parts of the grouse, formed the supper of Marengo.