heard and seen across it.  The kettles were placed on the fire, and the water was boiling by the time the canoe was completed.  When all was ready, however, no one would undertake to ferry the meat across.  A vague and almost superstitious terror had infected the minds of Mr. Hunt’s followers, enfeebled and rendered imaginative of horrors by the dismal scenes and sufferings through which they had passed.  They regarded the haggard crew, hovering like spectres of famine on the opposite bank, with indefinite feelings of awe and apprehension:  as if something desperate and dangerous was to be feared from them.

Mr. Crooks tried in vain to reason or shame them out of this singular state of mind.  He then attempted to navigate the canoe himself, but found his strength incompetent to brave the impetuous current.  The good feelings of Ben Jones, the Kentuckian, at length overcame his fears, and he ventured over.  The supply he brought was received with trembling avidity.  A poor Canadian, however, named Jean Baptiste Prevost, whom famine had rendered wild and desperate, ran frantically about the bank, after Jones had returned, crying out to Mr. Hunt to send the canoe for him, and take him from that horrible region of famine, declaring that otherwise he would never march another step, but would lie down there and die.

The canoe was shortly sent over again, under the management of Joseph Delaunay, with further supplies.  Prevost immediately pressed forward to embark.  Delaunay refused to admit him, telling him that there was now a sufficient supply of meat on his side of the river.  He replied that it was not cooked, and he should starve before it was ready; he implored, therefore, to be taken where he could get something to appease his hunger immediately.  Finding the canoe putting off without him, he forced himself aboard.  As he drew near the opposite shore, and beheld meat roasting before the fire, he jumped up, shouted, clapped his hands, and danced in a delirium of joy, until he upset the canoe.  The poor wretch was swept away by the current and drowned, and it was with extreme difficulty that Delaunay reached the shore.

Mr. Hunt now sent all his men forward excepting two or three.  In the evening he caused another horse to be killed, and a canoe to be made out of the skin, in which he sent over a further supply of meat to the opposite party.  The canoe brought back John Day, the Kentucky hunter, who came to join his former employer and commander, Mr. Crooks.  Poor Day, once so active and vigorous, was now reduced to a condition even more feeble and emaciated than his companions.  Mr. Crooks had such a value for the man, on account of his past services and faithful character, that he determined not to quit him; he exhorted Mr. Hunt, however, to proceed forward, and join the party, as his presence was all important to the conduct of the expedition.  One of the Canadians, Jean Baptiste Dubreuil, likewise remained with Mr. Crooks.