262 JOURNEY TO THE SHORES 
days to this tent. On the 30th two Indians 
arrived, one of whom named the Warrior, was 
well known at the house. We endeavoured to 
prevail upon them to set out in quest of moose, 
which they agreed to do on receiving some rum. 
Promises were of no avail; the smallest present 
gratification is preferred to the certainty of ample 
reward at another period; an unfailing indication 
of strong animal passions, and a weak under- 
standing. On complying with their demand they 
departed. 
The next day, I went to the Warrior's tent, 
distant about eleven miles. The country was 
materially changed: the pine had disappeared, 
and gentle slopes, with clumps of large poplars, — 
formed some pleasing groups; willows were scat- 
tered over the swamps. When I entered the 
tent, the Indians spread a buffalo robe before the 
fire, and desired me to sit down» Some were 
eating, others sleeping, many of them without any 
covering except the breech cloth and a blanket 
over the shoulders ; a state in which they love 
indulge themselves till hunger drives them forth 
to the chase. Besides the Warrior's family, there 
was that of another hunter named Long-leg®, 
whose bad success in hunting had reduced him — 
to the necessity of feeding on moose leather for 
three weeks, when he was compassionately '® 
