330 JOURNEY TO THE SHORES 



November 9. — This morning was pleasantly 

 fine. Crooked-Foot caught four large trout in 

 Winter Lake, which were very much prized, 

 especially by the Doctor and myself, who had 

 taken a dishke to meat, in consequence of our 

 sufferings from repletion, which rendered us 

 almost incapable of moving. Adam and Hepburn 

 in a good measure escaped this pain. Though 

 the night was stormy, and our apartment freely 

 admitted the wind, we felt no inconvenience, the 

 Indians were so very careful in covering us up, 

 and in keeping a good fire ; and our plentiful 

 cheer gave such power of resisting the cold, that 

 we could scarcely believe otherwise than that the 

 season had become milder. 



On the 13th, the weather was stormy, with 

 constant snow. The Indians became despond- 

 ing at the non- arrival of the supply, and would 

 neither go to hunt nor fish. They frequently ex- 

 pressed their fears of some misfortune having 

 befallen Boudel-kell ; and, in the evening, went 

 off suddenly, without apprizing us of their in- 

 tention, having first given to each of us a handful 

 of pounded meat, which they had reserved. Their 

 departure, at first, gave rise to a suspicion of their 

 having deserted us, not meaning to return, espe- 

 cially as the explanations of Adam, who appear- 



