Five days were passed by Mr. Hunt and his companions in the fresh meadows watered by the bright little mountain stream.  The hunters made great havoc among the buffaloes, and brought in quantities of meat; the voyageurs busied themselves about the fires, roasting and stewing for present purposes, or drying provisions for the journey; the pack-horses, eased of their burdens, rolled on the grass, or grazed at large about the ample pasture; those of the party who had no call upon their services, indulged in the luxury of perfect relaxation, and the camp presented a picture of rude feasting and revelry, of mingled bustle and repose, characteristic of a halt in a fine hunting country.  In the course of one of their excursions, some of the men came in sight of a small party of Indians, who instantly fled in great apparent consternation.  They immediately retreated to camp with the intelligence:  upon which Mr. Hunt and four others flung themselves upon their horses, and sallied forth to reconnoitre.  After riding for about eight miles, they came upon a wild mountain scene.  A lonely green valley stretched before them, surrounded by rugged heights.  A herd of buffalo were careering madly through it, with a troop of savage horsemen in full chase, plying them with their bows and arrows.  The appearance of Mr. Hunt and his companions put an abrupt end to the hunt; the buffalo scuttled off in one direction, while the Indians plied their lashes and galloped off in another, as fast as their steeds could carry them.  Mr. Hunt gave chase; there was a sharp scamper, though of short continuance.  Two young Indians, who were indifferently mounted, were soon overtaken.  They were terribly frightened, and evidently gave themselves up for lost.  By degrees their fears were allayed by kind treatment; but they continued to regard the strangers with a mixture of awe and wonder, for it was the first time in their lives they had ever seen a white man.

They belonged to a party of Snakes who had come across the mountains on their autumnal hunting excursion to provide buffalo meat for the winter.  Being persuaded of the peaceful intentions of Mr. Hunt and his companions, they willingly conducted them to their camp.  It was pitched in a narrow valley on the margin of a stream.  The tents were of dressed skins, some of them fantastically painted; with horses grazing about them.  The approach of the party caused a transient alarm in the camp, for these poor Indians were ever on the look-out for cruel foes.  No sooner, however, did they recognize the garb and complexion of their visitors, than their apprehensions were changed into Joy; for some of them had dealt with white men, and knew them to be friendly, and to abound with articles of singular value.  They welcomed them, therefore, to their tents, set food before them; and entertained them to the best of their power.