Tayoga went into the forest the next day and set traps and snares, while Robert worked in the valley, breaking up fallen wood to be used for fires, and doing other chores.  The Onondaga in the next three or four days shot a large panther, a little bear, and caught in the traps and snares a quantity of small game.  The big pelts and the little pelts, after proper treatment, were spread upon the floor or hung against the walls of the cave, which now began to assume a much more inviting aspect, and the flesh of the animals that were eatable, cured after the primitive but effective processes, was stored there also.

Providence granted them a period of good weather, days and nights alike being clear and cold.  The game, evidently not molested for a long time, fairly walked into their traps, and they were compelled to draw but little upon their precious supply of ammunition.  Food for the future accumulated rapidly, and the floor and walls of the cave were soon covered entirely with furs.

Not one of the numerous caves and hollows about them contained an occupant and Robert wondered if their presence would frighten away the wild animals, so many of which had hibernated there so often.  Yet he had a belief that the bears would come.  His present mode of life and his isolation from the world gave him a feeling almost of kinship with them, and in some strange way, and through some medium unknown to him, they might reciprocate.  He and Tayoga had killed several bears, it was true, but far from the cave, and they made up their minds to molest nothing in the valley or just about it.

It was a land of many waters and they caught with ease numerous fish, drying all the surplus and storing it with the other food in the cave.  They also made soft beds for themselves of the little branches of the evergreen, over which they spread their blankets, and when they rolled the stone before the doorway at night they never failed to sleep soundly.

They did their cooking in front of the cave door, but it was always a smothered fire.  While they felt safe from wandering bands in that lofty and remote region, they took no unnecessary risks.  The valley itself, though deep, was much broken up into separate little valleys, and most of the caves were hidden from their own.  It was this fact that made Robert still think the bears would come, despite coals and flame.  In the evenings they would talk of Willet, and both were firm in the opinion that the hunter had got through to Lake George and that Johnson and Albany had been warned in time.  Each was confirmed in his opinion by the other and in a few days it became certainty.

“I think Tododaho on his star whispered in my ear while I slept that Great Bear has passed the hostile lines,” said Tayoga with conviction, “because I know it, just as if the Great Bear himself had told it to me, though I do not know how I know it.”

“It’s some sort of mysterious information,” said Robert in the same tone of absolute belief, “and I don’t worry any more about Dave and the letter.  The men of the Hodenosaunee seem to have a special gift.  You know the old chief, Hendrik, foretold that he would die on the shores of Andiatarocte, and it came to pass just as he had said.”