It was far different from the sentiment held towards Marengo.
With these considerations passing through the minds of our hungry hunters, it is easy to guess the result of their deliberations.

The sentence was at length pronounced--a unanimous one--_Jeanette must die_! Poor old Jeanette! She little knew what they were talking about.

She little thought that her days were about being numbered--that the time was nigh when she should carry a pack no more.

She little expected that she was about to kick up her heels upon the prairie for the last time-- that in a few hours her life-blood would be let forth--and her old ribs be roasting and sputtering over a camp-fire! Yes, it was decreed that Jeanette should die! but when and where this terrible tragedy was to take place, was not yet determined upon.

At their first halting-place, of course; but where was that to be?
for, after having resolved upon the death of Jeanette, they travelled on for miles without arriving at any place where it would be possible to halt for the night! No water appeared, and without water they could not with safety encamp.