of the old trading fort were visible.  I reached them at twilight.  It was far from pleasant, in that uncertain light, to be pushing through the dense trees and shrubbery of the grove beyond.  I listened anxiously for the footfall of man or beast.  Nothing was stirring but one harmless brown bird, chirping among the branches.  I was glad when I gained the open prairie once more, where I could see if anything approached.  When I came to the mouth of Chugwater, it was totally dark.  Slackening the reins, I let my horse take his own course.  He trotted on with unerring instinct, and by nine o’clock was scrambling down the steep ascent into the meadows where we were encamped.  While I was looking in vain for the light of the fire, Hendrick, with keener perceptions, gave a loud neigh, which was immediately answered in a shrill note from the distance.  In a moment I was hailed from the darkness by the voice of Reynal, who had come out, rifle in hand, to see who was approaching.

He, with his squaw, the two Canadians and the Indian boys, were the sole inmates of the camp, Shaw and Henry Chatillon being still absent.  At noon of the following day they came back, their horses looking none the better for the journey.  Henry seemed dejected.  The woman was dead, and his children must henceforward be exposed, without a protector, to the hardships and vicissitudes of Indian life.  Even in the midst of his grief he had not forgotten his attachment to his bourgeois, for he had procured among his Indian relatives two beautifully ornamented buffalo robes, which he spread on the ground as a present to us.

Shaw lighted his pipe, and told me in a few words the history of his journey.  When I went to the fort they left me, as I mentioned, at the mouth of Chugwater.  They followed the course of the little stream all day, traversing a desolate and barren country.  Several times they came upon the fresh traces of a large war party—­the same, no doubt, from whom we had so narrowly escaped an attack.  At an hour before sunset, without encountering a human being by the way, they came upon the lodges of the squaw and her brothers, who, in compliance with Henry’s message, had left the Indian village in order to join us at our camp.  The lodges were already pitched, five in number, by the side of the stream.  The woman lay in one of them, reduced to a mere skeleton.  For some time she had been unable to move or speak.  Indeed, nothing had kept her alive but the hope of seeing Henry, to whom she was strongly and faithfully attached.  No sooner did he enter the lodge than she revived, and conversed with him the greater part of the night.  Early in the morning she was lifted into a travail, and the whole party set out toward our camp.  There were but five warriors; the rest were women and children.  The whole were in great alarm at the proximity of the Crow war party, who would certainly have destroyed them without mercy had they met.  They had advanced only a mile or two,