camp-fire unarmed.  The hill where he stood overlooked the place where the massacre of the buffalo had taken place.  As he was looking around on the prospect, his eye was caught by an object below, moving directly towards him.  To his dismay, he discovered it to be a grizzly bear, with two cubs.  There was no tree at hand into which he could climb; to run, would only be to provoke pursuit, and he should soon be overtaken.  He threw himself on the ground, therefore, and lay motionless, watching the movements of the animal with intense anxiety.  It continued to advance until at the foot of the hill, when it turned, and made into the woods, having probably gorged itself with buffalo flesh.  Mr. Crooks made all haste back to the camp, rejoicing at his escape, and determining never to stir out again without his rifle.  A few days after this circumstance, a grizzly bear was shot in the neighborhood by Mr. Miller.

As the slaughter of so many buffaloes had provided the party with beef for the winter, in case they met with no further supply, they now set to work, heart and hand, to build a comfortable wigwam.  In a little while the woody promontory rang with the unwonted sound of the axe.  Some of its lofty trees were laid low, and by the second evening the cabin was complete.  It was eight feet wide, and eighteen feet long.  The walls were six feet high, and the whole was covered with buffalo skins.  The fireplace was in the centre, and the smoke found its way out by a hole in the roof.

The hunters were next sent out to procure deer-skins for garments, moccasins, and other purposes.  They made the mountains echo with their rifles, and, in the course of two days’ hunting, killed twenty-eight bighorns and black-tailed deer.

The party now reveled in abundance.  After all that they had suffered from hunger, cold, fatigue and watchfulness; after all their perils from treacherous and savage men, they exulted in the snugness and security of their isolated cabin, hidden, as they thought, even from the prying eyes of Indian scouts, and stored with creature comforts; and they looked forward to a winter of peace and quietness, of roasting, and boiling, and broiling, and feasting upon venison, and mountain mutton, and bear’s meat, and marrow bones, and buffalo humps, and other hunter’s dainties, and of dozing and reposing round their fire, and gossiping over past dangers and adventures, and telling long hunting stories, until spring should return; when they would make canoes of buffalo skins and float themselves down the river.

From such halcyon dreams, they were startled one morning, at daybreak, by a savage yell.  They started tip and seized their rifles.  The yell was repeated by two or three voices.  Cautiously peeping out, they beheld, to their dismay, several Indian warriors among the trees, all armed and painted in warlike style; being evidently bent on some hostile purpose.