All that day, Mr. Hunt and his three comrades travelled without eating.  At night they made a tantalizing supper on their beaver skin, and were nearly exhausted by hunger and cold.  The next day, December 10th, they overtook the advance party, who were all as much famished as themselves, some of them not having eaten since the morning of the seventh.  Mr. Hunt now proposed the sacrifice of Pierre Dorion’s skeleton horse.  Here he again met with positive and vehement opposition from the half-breed, who was too sullen and vindictive a fellow to be easily dealt with.  What was singular, the men, though suffering such pinching hunger, interfered in favor of the horse.

They represented that it was better to keep on as long as pos-sible without resorting to this last resource.  Possibly the Indians, of whom they were in quest, might have shifted their encampment, in which case it would be time enough to kill the horse to escape starvation.  Mr. Hunt, therefore, was prevailed upon to grant Pierre Dorion’s horse a reprieve.

Fortunately, they had not proceeded much further, when, towards evening, they came in sight of a lodge of Shoshonies, with a number of horses grazing around it.  The sight was as unexpected as it was joyous.  Having seen no Indians in this neighborhood as they passed down the river, they must have subsequently come out from among the mountains.  Mr. Hunt, who first descried them, checked the eagerness of his companions, knowing the unwillingness of these Indians to part with their horses, and their aptness to hurry them off and conceal them, in case of an alarm.  This was no time to risk such a disappointment.  Approaching, therefore, stealthily and silently, they came upon the savages by surprise, who fled in terror.  Five of their horses were eagerly seized, and one was despatched upon the spot.  The carcass was immediately cut up, and a part of it hastily cooked and ravenously devoured.  A man was now sent on horseback with a supply of the flesh to Mr. Crooks and his companions.  He reached them in the night; they were so famished that the supply sent them seemed but to aggravate their hunger, and they were almost tempted to kill and eat the horse that had brought the messenger.  Availing themselves of the assistance of the animal, they reached the camp early in the morning.

On arriving there, Mr. Crooks was shocked to find that, while the people on this side of the river were amply supplied with provisions, none had been sent to his own forlorn and famishing men on the opposite bank.  He immediately caused a skin canoe to be constructed, and called out to his men to fill their camp-kettles with water and hang them over the fire, that no time might be lost in cooking the meat the moment it should be received.  The river was so narrow, though deep, that everything could be distinctly